about the squarehead

I figure that most bloggers think their readers want to know a bit about them and given that I'm never one to go against the grain (chuh!), I decided to make an "about me" page. Please realize how much that I really love you guys because I should be in bed. 

Hey, that's tidbit number one! I'm a night owl. I'm like a bear that has been poked by a stick when I get up in the morning, much to the dismay of my husband, Phil. He's the handsome guy in the photo with the bad goatee. I've long since decided that it's not worth the effort to nag him about his ever creative facial hair. I just count myself lucky that he only coifs it into a handlebar mustache on Halloween. He may look like a hot version of Grizzly Adams sometimes, but its easily overlooked given his sheer awesomeness in all other respects. I still get butterflies when I see him from across a crowded restaurant...sigh. Best thing I ever did in my life was marry him. At the risk of making you guys barf...moving on...

This sweet face to the right is Logan. He's my first born son and he's the shiz. He's super tall for a 6 year old and looks quite a bit older than he is so we're really counting on him playing in the NHL or the NBA. That way, we can have a coosh retirement. Narf. I kid, of course. We'll be fine with him being an artist (he's quite good at drawing), a construction worker (so far, that's the answer he gives when asked what he wants to do when he grows up), or even a singer (who sings quite a: loudly, and b: badly in the car with his mama). Logan started the first grade this year and he's in love with school. He's such a good kid.

This adorable puddin' pop is Skyler. He's 4 and is a wee comedian. He gets himself in trouble sometimes because he giggles when Phil or I are giving him the what-for. He told me once that his belly makes him laugh even though he doesn't mean to. How cute is that? He's well liked by everyone that meets him and I'm anticipating him being a lady killer. He's already got all the girls at daycare in the palm of his hand and if he's anything like his father, he'll be a charmer. He really reminds me of my brother in looks and mannerisms. I can see him growing up to be a poet or the ruler of the known universe. Either or, eh?

Me? I'm an Albertan who fell in love with a handsome albeit hairy Frenchman and was whisked away to the beautiful province of Québec. Phil and I were married in 2003 and we've lived in Québec for 11 years now. I learned to speak French  when I was 24 out of necessity. I was tired of people telling me how shy and reserved I was. For teh readers who have met me in person, I bet dollars to donuts that you just guffawed out loud, right? I'm now fully bilingual and love living here. Its a gorgeous part of our country and I'm lucky to have seen so much of Canada to be able to be a pretty good judge of it's multiple different beauties.

Many people have asked me about the name of my blog, the Squareheaded Stamper. I'm not exactly positive why anglophones in Québec are sometimes referred to as "les têtes carrées" or "the squareheads". I checked it out on Wikipedia (eyeroll paired with face palm) and they say this:

Tête(s) carée(s)- Used only in Québec, this term can be considered perjorative or even a racial slur. Literally square head(s) in English (possibly a back-formation of blockhead, and of the British term, bloke.

Now, I've only ever had the term used towards me in pure jest so I don't have much faith in the "racial slur" hyperbole that Wikipedia is so good at adding to their definitions. I'm affectionately known as "La Tête Carrée" with some of my friends so when I was looking for a unique name for my blog, it worked. Paired with "stamper", I think it's quite clever. : )

Tête(s) carrée(s)

English-Canadians

Used only in Quebec, this term can be considered pejorative or even a racial slur. Literally square head(s) in English (possibly a back-formation from blockhead, and of the British term bloke).

Tête(s) carrée(s)

English-Canadians

Used only in Quebec, this term can be considered pejorative or even a racial slur. Literally square head(s) in English (possibly a back-formation from blockhead, and of the British term bloke).

I've always been creative and I remember looking forward to the beginning of the school year not because I wanted to go to school (I was never really good at it- too lazy) but because it was time to buy school supplies. That meant a trip to my Disneyland a.k.a. the office supply store. All things paper, pens and glue just fascinated me. I love the order of it all. The packaging. The colours. The possibilities, I guess. Scrapbooking and stamping are pretty much the same. It's all about possibilies. It's my passion and I can't see myself ever giving it up.

That's it in a nutshell, kids! Oh, all the photos on this page were taken by my incredibly talented friend, Manon Dufour. We're due for another session as these photos are from last year...I guess I'll give her a call! Ske-doosh.