Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Beware of Travis Frey

A little while ago on the radio, I heard about someone named Travis Frey. Mr. Frey is a man who, among other things, prepared a "Contract of Wifely Expectations" for his spouse. As the DJ went over a few of the details, I remember...I could barely believe my ears. And when I came across the document just now, I could barely believe my eyes.

Bulletin - via myspace

I found this in my bulletin box on myspace today.

What does Love mean?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when yo u go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy -age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little ol d man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an imagination)
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Ode to Casey-Jo

Years ago, I nearly ruined my afro by doing a terrible job of cutting it myself. Lucky for me, my mother came to my rescue. As she went about her business with her clippers, she said something that stuck with me.


“A haircut shouldn’t look like an apology.”

Hilarious, but true.

Those words came to mind as I was taken in by bits and pieces of the Much Music VJ Search last night. I chose to watch because of the previews. They suggested some racial tension might be brewing. (Supposedly Erik used a racial slur against Frank. But from what I saw, no footage was shown (taken?) to back up Frank’s claim.) However, while I came for the promised mini race-war, I stayed for the debacle that was…The VJ Makeovers.

Which brings me to the focus of this entry. Casey-Jo. I have to ask the people at Much one question: What were you thinking? For those who didn’t see it, essentially, these are the basics: The VJ hopefuls were whisked off to a uberchic salon to be transformed for a photo shoot. I’m talking the works: Hair, makeup, clothes.

Clips were deftly interspersed—there was the fashion stylist, the hair stylists, VJ wannabes, etc. Of particular interest was the head hair stylist…er…Visionary, Jie Matar, of Salon Jie (pronounced like a soft, buzzing, "G"). He commented on the wannabe VJs and their attitudes.

Mr. Matar complained quite a bit regarding Casey-Jo. In fact, as far as I could tell, she was the only one he really had anything negative to say about. Apparently, unlike her contemporaries, CJ wasn’t grateful, blah, blah, blah…

Unbeknownst to the people at Jie, given the way they made her look, if I was in CJ’s place, “grateful” would have been the least of their worries.

Casey-Jo’s haircut was hideous. I don’t care how cutting-edge any fashionista said it was. You know that adage about the right thing at the wrong time…? Well, the right hairdo on the wrong person is just wrong. Period.

Yet the coverage of CJ’s reaction….I don’t know what to make of Jie’s comments. His minion made CJ look preposterous. Her only consolation? As mentioned on the show, “Hair grows…”

In the end, I applaud Casey-Jo. She strikes me as one who doesn’t believe in putting up with anyone’s crap. Honestly. What did the people at MuchMusic expect her to do? Smile and act nice?

I recognize the footage last night might have been hewn together in an attempt to make Casey-Jo seem like an ungrateful little waif. Instead, it made Jie, and (inadvertently) MuchMusic, seem arrogant and presumptuous. “I am a styling superstar. You must approve of my decisions, no matter how ghastly I make you look. After all, I am a Big Name, no?”

No.

It’s a pity Casey-Jo probably signed a waiver/contract to be on the MMVJS. If it was me…Hmmm....Let's look at the facts...You made a fool out of me on national television...And your editing team did their best to make me look like a whiny harpy. Failing miserably, I might add.

I don’t know who I would have to get in touch with. But someone would be getting sued.

You're kidding me, right? RIGHT?

One of my favorite authors, Josh Harris, has two younger brothers. They have a blog.

I just read this entry, and I'm still stunned by the details. Apparently, down the road, Ms. Stacy Dow, of Scotland, might have a talk with her daughter explaining her existence. For, you see, young Jayde was born by accident due to an unsuccessful abortion. (She's suing the hospital and everything.) The Harris boys quote another blogger's solemn commentary. He says, "Try to imagine the conversation..."

And in truth, as soon as I read that, my mind actually considered such an absurdity.

Stacy (to Jayde): Honey, I have tragic news regarding your birth. The doctors screwed up. They were only able to abort your twin sister, but somehow they made a mistake when it came to you...You shouldn't even be here in the first place.
Where is this woman's head? How could she possibly think that these circumstances warrant a mother-daughter talk?

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Olympic Thoughts

Watching the closing of the Torino/Turin 2006 Games. Canada's hosting the 2010 Winter Games (Woohoo!). And now...A question:

Why was Avril* doing an impression of Alanis?

You'd have to have heard her to know what I mean.

*Better yet, why does Google state that Avril's official URL is www.garbage.com? It's true. I typed "Avril Lavigne", and that's the first link that appeared. By the time you read this, I hope they will have fixed the problem.