Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-07-01

Posted on July 1, 2012 by Gwen
  • When asked why the church changes the liturgical hangings and what they represent, Aidan piped up "the northern lights?" #
  • Reason 5005 I love my husband @AnthonyFloyd : not blinking an eye when I left him with the boys so I could go and relax by myself. #love #
  • My view right now. #yvr #nofilter http://t.co/DaTk5IcZ #
  • Live this! 🙂 RT @JessieRelephant: Hearing "The Jessie goes to…" is getting quite confusing. #jessies12 #
  • Want to go for fish and chips tonight ? #
  • Waiting for the boat. @ White Spot http://t.co/QRC4nvfr #
  • Where we live is pretty. #yvr http://t.co/yY1ibnAp #
  • Quinlan just discovered that he likes raw broccoli with dip sauce. Yay. #
  • A chance to say one last goodbye to Mme Josee. @ Lord Tennyson Elementary School http://t.co/9xSdhJ1x #
  • Year end assembly. Cue funny feeling in my stomach. @ Lord Tennyson Elementary School http://t.co/AW6DCuq0 #
  • At the end of the last day of school assembly it finally hit Aidan that he won't be at this school next year. He is a little sad. 🙁 #
  • Can't wait for the summer of Musical Nooners @cbcvancouver They were a highlight of our summer last year. http://t.co/hW060cP1 #
  • Quinlan to me just now, "Mommy, when I die I don't know if I will come back as a girl." Me either. 🙂 #
  • Heading out in a few minutes so @AidanFloyd can interview Will Stroet of @willkidsmusic It should be a lot of fun. #
  • Google you just fucked with my calendar. I don't want google plus in my calendar and not letting me get to it without clicking ok is crap! #
  • Lol RT @AnthonyFloyd: #FF @KathrynMarlow, public radio producer extraordinaire. But, she needs to tweet more. #
  • I plan to sleep through my extra leap second. Cc @CBCStephenQuinn #
  • So between the migraine & 3yo having "accidents" on purpose my afternoon is going to pot, though not literally. The smell makes me sick. #
  • Q is now crying because we killed @anthonyfloyd's flowers. Only to be consoled by a promise to get some more. Pansies for daddy it is. #
  • The feeling of being caught as you were dancing like noone was watching, because, well, noone was. That. #
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