frauastrid

UGH!!!

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:04:59 GMT

Well seems that I posted the lilac pic by sheer fluke! Figures once again! LOL

Well it's meant as a little harbinger of Spring for you Wyrtie. Hope you like it! (Though I had nicer pictures that I could have used first! Harrumph!!). Oh well! Next time!

Cheers again...the Frau

Happy Belated Birthday Wyrtweard!

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:01:04 GMT

Okay, LJ does suck! I've tried posting a nice Happy Belated Birthday greeting for Wyrtweard, complete with some of my own nice pictures of some flowers, because the "L" that is permanently stamped on my forehead would make it so that I can't find a picture of a birthday cake that I could import here, but I'm not having any luck at all! Figures!

Sorry Wyrtweard! :( But here goes anyway:

Here's wishing the wyrdest Wyrt I know a very Happy Belated Birthday!

So..........................................what anniversary of your 29th birthday is this one exactly? hehehe

Here's hoping that you enjoyed your cake!

Hugs (LMAO!! since you don't like these but you get cyber ones anyway!)...Frau Astrid

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:31:44 GMT

My own little alf

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:55:22 GMT

Photobucket Album

The Lemming Game

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:25:16 GMT

1. How did you decide on your college major?
2. Describe your ideal job.
3. You and your family get to live in another country for a year. Where would you go?
4. Any pets? Past or present? Describe.
5. What do you think </a></b></a>wyrtweard should do with the mooselets?

1. Initially, my University major was Psychology. I had wanted to obtain my Ph.D. in Psych. and had wanted to become a psychotherapist. I had been accepted into the specialised program that would have lead me straight into the Ph.D. program. All was tickety boo in that sense. I enjoyed most of my Psych. classes during my first year but I had really fallen in love with the Religious Studies courses which I had taken. They were something that I could really sink my teeth into. I enjoyed them so much that I had decided that Religious Studies would be my minor. During my second year, after a horrible "peine d'amour" I had started to reconsider many things in my life. I had almost quit University but persevered and decided to pursue that which made me the happiest, Religious Studies as my Specialisation (Honours degree). At the time, I was one of very very few young, female students who was pursuing such a degree on a full-time basis, never mind it being her Specialisation (Major). Much to an academic counsellor's chagrin, who had suggested that I keep with the Psych. Major and keep Religious Studies as a "hobby"--her exact word--I flip flopped my Majors, still keeping Psych. as a Minor separate three-year degree....just in case. I am a practical person after all. So I ended up graduating from the University of Ottawa with a double degree: an Honours Bachelors degree in Religious Studies and a Bachelor's degree in Psychology. I should have pursued a Master's degree in Religious Studies therafter but decided on being more practical and obtained a Social Work degree from McGill University. Later I went to Queen's University for a Master's degree in Urban and Regional Planning (planning for Human Services). I didn't quite finish that degree due to some personal circumstances at the time and never pursued a career in Planning. Just as well...not my thing I had discovered.

2. My ideal job would be one where I could do my own thing (have much flexibility and a good balance between work life and home life) and learn, learn, learn in the process (I very much love the World of Ideas). Other than being a psychotherapist, I had always pictured myself as a scholar...a University professor perhaps teaching, researching and writing (publish or perish they say). This would still be a dream of mine though I'm afraid, given my age, I believe I might have missed the boat on this one. Having said all of this, there is always a part of me that is very people-oriented. I enjoy meeting and getting to know people immensely. I had always thought that I might be suited to being some kind of a "person of the cloth". I think this might have satisfied both loves: people and religious studies.

3. Hmmm, I think we would all enjoy living in Europe somewhere...perhaps the south of France, in Provence, to enjoy the culture, the food, the countryside, the people, the architecture, the history, the climate. Close seconds for me would be Normandy (;-) of course...to live where my ancestors lived in Lower Normandy) and London, England, for the buzz of life.

4. Growing up my sister and I had the occasional goldfish. I need not tell you how that worked out......FLUSH!!!!! Later on, during our first year of marriage, hubby and I had a doggie. His name was Shandon although we used to call him Shandoggie. He was part Border Collie, Husky and Samoyed. He was of a medium size with cute brown "puppy-dog" eyes, cream coloured coat with patches of light caramel brown. His Mom was Tascha, hubby's brother's long-time family pet. Shandoggie came from her one and only litter. He used to snuggle under our bed at the headboard and shredded the heck out of the underside of the box spring. Our funny little Shandoggie. When he was just a pup, we gnawed on one leg of the coffee table we had. We still have that coffee table. I chuckle every time I see the little gnaw marks. As long as that coffee table is around, Shandoggie is still around. :-) We had to give him away though when we moved from our house in the country to an apartment in town. We often remember him and have very fond memories of him. I miss him.

5. I think Wyrtweard should adopt them and open up a zoo!

The Mysterious Ways of Frigga

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:11:34 GMT

Well this morning right before leaving for school, my son, in all of his almost 11 years of wisdom, tells me he wants to wear his sandals to school today. It was flippin' 5 degrees Celsius here this morning (hmmm...low 40's Fahrenheit maybe...I forget...anyway...). "But Mommie, everyone at school is wearing their sandals," he says to me as he looks up with his puppy-dog eyes. I said no and he pleaded some more and then I finally said okay; he was wearing socks after all. But more importantly, I wanted him to learn a lesson in all of this: if your feet get cold and wet today, you made the decision and will have to bear the responsibility of the consequences, not me. Of course I sound like Dragon-Lady Mom. I'm not one really but I figure it was a "safe" enough situation for me to prove a point and for him to learn something from this. So off he tottled to his bus stop. I ran upstairs to get something and wouldn't you know it, I hear this knock at the door, not two minutes after my son left. Guess who? My boy with guess what? Cold feeties! :-) "Oh! I really need my shoes today Mommie. It's really cold out there. My feet are frozen," he says to me. I chuckled, just shook my head and smiled. (The I-told-you-so thing was running through my mind but I caught it just in time). He quickly put on his shoes and sheepishly smiled; I kissed him on his wonderfully freckled cheeks and he was off.

I felt frustrated when he had first left, thinking that, why on earth does he not want to listen to the voice of reason (ahem...me)? And being the worrier that I can be, I thought, gee he's going to freeze his bloody toes off despite my warnings. But when he left the second time, it dawned on me that my son has another Mom out there watching over him: Frigga. But ironically, in my son's very act of hearing Frigga and heeding her good counsel ("Go home and put your shoes on, Son"), I realised that *I* had failed to place my faith in Frigga. And as much as she was trying to teach my son a lesson, the greater lesson was for his mother: "Trust in me too J."

Funny how life lessons go; kids of all ages get to experience them.

Mike Myers and Pathfinder

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:05:43 GMT

Anyone of a certain age will remember Mike Myers' cantankerous Scotsman skits on SNL. "If it isn't Scottish, it's crrrrrap!", he would always say. Well hubby and I went to the movies on Saturday afternoon to take in the new release Pathfinder. Was it any good you ask? Well let me put it to you this way, it isn't Scottish!! Never mind the very scary portrayal of the Norsemen (neither one of us was expecting anything good or realistic on that front), it was just a really really really baaaaaaddddd flick! Karl Urban whom I really like as an actor (he plays the brooding character quite well) had perhaps all of ten lines, each delivered with such flatness, it all went well with his very two-dimensional character, whose name btw was "Ghost". Gimme a break! The story had no real plot or that which one could barely detect was old hackeyed crrrrap. Plus there was much gratuitous hacking of bodies...lots of blood and guts but no glory. Bleh! I can but roll my eyes!!!

The short of it then: save your money and don't waste your time.

Wonder what kind of review Wayne and Garth would have given it....