Monday, February 1, 2016
Today in school we were doing the calendar. Stickler that I am, I pronounced February the way it is spelled. "Feb-ru-ary". So am I in the wrong? Will my 3 year olds sound weird saying it that way or should I let it slide, letting them say "Feb-u-ary?"
Also, I'm aware that there's a "D" in Wednesday. I sometimes say it but more often than not, I don't. I'm a freak that way.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Check it out
Things were so different for me back then. I was 38 and a stay-at-home mum to kids 6, 7 and 9. I was probably 10 pounds lighter even though I worked out far less (actually, not at all) than I do today. I had no idea what the next 10 years would hold for me and my little family. Heartbreaks, deaths, sicknesses, bad stuff, cool stuff, nerd stuff, cosplay, trips, graduations, hirings, firings, new shoes... the whole gamut of human craziness.
Ten years later, I feel glad of most of those experiences. I wish a few hadn't happened but I believe that everything that happens makes you the person you are today. Warts and all, I do like the person I am today, so I request no do-overs, thank-you very much. Let's move ahead, not back.
Speaking of ahead, let's think about the next 10 years. I'll be 58 years old. Can I just get the yikes out of the way? Yikes. My kids will all have moved out (please God) and my now old dog Wesley will be a constant reminder of the kids who never call anymore. I'll have finally retired and Scott and I will finally be able to travel. One big trip and one road trip per year. We'll see cool funky places, eat weird food and meet amazing people who'll inspire us.
Most of this (except for those ungrateful kids) sounds like such a great plan, I'm actually looking forward to the next 10 years. Bring it on, life. Do your best/worst.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Except for setting off the fire alarm at my school with a sparkler and bringing several hunky firefighters and a couple of trucks screaming to our door this morning. Hey, it counts as our monthly fire drill, right?
Yup, nothing interesting to see here at all.
Oh, I can't forget this nugget that I found on my bathroom mirror this morning. You know, when you feel shitty from lack of sleep and you are hoping for 10 feet of snow to cancel school just for one more hour in bed, it's pretty sweet to find a post-it like this on your bathroom mirror.
What a swell guy. Even after 28(!) years...
And, no, I didn't drive away from the house with the car still plugged in like I have done in the past so there's that. See? Boring.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
I'm a dog person now. Have been for 4 days. Ask me anything. I dare you. I'll look at you with a blank, slightly panicked stare then get a little twitch in my eye.
Back in October, Audrey presented her father and I with a PowerPoint presentation trying to convince us (yet again) to get a dog. It was so good that her father and I relented and decided we'd go through with this.
Fast forward to Wednesday last week when a West Highland Terrier showed up at our front door. Things from October to last week moved so very slowly then suddenly, within 2 days, we had a dog. Crazy.
The first couple of days were a bit scary. More indoor poops thank I care to mention, some alarming howling and we used up all 10 pee pads, but this weekend was incredible. We found our dream dog. He's perfect, guys.
So that's been my last few days. How have you all been?
|He was too fast for me...|
Monday, January 4, 2016
The following day we packed up the gang and drove to Montreal to see my dad. We stayed for a couple of days and had a nice Christmas with the grands.
All the while I've been knitting knitting knitting mittens, no less. I've knitted so many that I've sped up and now I'm able to make one in two hours
Then Christmas morning came and I made Ooey Gooey Cinnamon rolls, my traditional Christmas morning breakfast. This will be the last time I make such a big batch since every year there are more and more left over. This year we ate the last one yesterday. Seriously.
Of course there was the haul. In addition to the usual nerdy stuff, I got this little gem that I'm using to write this post today.
Then it was time for dinner... Scott gets these gems from work every year. Fifteen pounds of juicy tryptophan deliciousness...
Two days after Christmas is Henry's birthday. No problem. All hands on deck for cake baking and a little sleepover party with his friends. He's finally 16 and ready for his driver's ed.
Not ones to let grass grow under our feet, it was off to Toronto for a few days. Just because.
This guy from the ROM made me laugh..
And this one.
We also went to the aquarium which was spectacular
And Casey and Finnegan's treehouse
We messed around the CBC building pretending we were tv stars and generally had a wonderful time. I love travelling with the kids. It sounds cliche but we really do spend quality time together. It's so great!
Oh, then this happened. On New Year's Day I noticed a video I'd posted ages ago got its first twitter like. It was me playing a cute little song at ukulele night. Who was it? Only the man who wrote and performed the song! What an amazing way to start 2016!
So how was your holiday?
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Today I went for a drive, picking up last minute Christmas gifts at the pharmacy. Wearing no coat and my brand new (designer) shoes because it was 18C with glorious sunshine. I had the window rolled down and I was bellowing "All I want is Christmas is You" with Mariah on the radio. As I drove I saw a scooter and two motorcycles drive by. When I got home I went for a walk in the park. I saw a woman in a tank top jog by and a family having a BBQ. On Christmas Eve. In Canada. Did I mention that's today is Xmas Eve?
I know we (the collective we... not my family) will pay for this somehow. Maybe with snow until June or pouring rain all summer. But today, I'm enjoying every second of this. Sorry not sorry, Planet.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Well, this is a disappointment. Now before I launch into this, know that everything is all about me. If you've read even two posts to this blog, you know I'm not exaggerating.
In September, Henry got an academic award. He got a certificate and medal for getting "the highest standing in Grade 9 English". Great news, yes? No. Because I just heard about it this afternoon. There was a ceremony and everything. A ceremony that I missed because Henry didn't bring the information home.
Of course I'm delighted that he got this but he robbed me of the pride and joy I'd have felt in a room full of teachers, kids and other parents. I missed the fun of finding the perfect shirt and tie and breaking out my Fluevogs. And the pictures. The hundreds and hundreds of pictures. And tears. Boo.
So here's the award he found scrunched at the bottom of his locker this afternoon and unceremoniously dropped in my lap. Sigh.