Im leaving on a jet plane!!

Just about to board the plane... Have a great week everyone!!

Okay snow...

It looks like you are not going anywhere so let's make a deal....

You can stay for a little while longer as long as you keep the good light in my camera...

...and that joyful smile on this little boy's face

...and the glistening in his eyes....

So yes, you can stay for a little while longer....just until Christmas is over.

Deal?

You sit on a throne of lies...

Today I decided to brave the mall (again...we went yesterday too!) to get our traditional mall Santa picture. Unfortunately by the time we got there, Santa had packed up and went off to shove his face full of food court goodies so we had to wait a bit. Well seeing as we knew we had to be back for 3pm we decided to do a little shopping...not that I minded that part at all!

We made our way back to the Santa display at 2:50 just in time to be scond in line and just before the whole pack of people made their way in the line. This whole pack of people I'm talking about were mostly angry elf's too if you know what I mean *wink* Where's the Christmas spirit? Oh yeah, I forgot standing in a line while a greedy little kid runs off his Christmas list for Star Wars toys and Lego is in fact not fun, and line butters...and close standers...don't get me started again!

I'm not sure what clock Santa goes by...but I'm pretty sure he wasn't looking at Ontario time, he must have forgotten to change his clock to Ontario time and was still in North Pole time...regardless, he was late. People were getting pissy. People were trying to walk up my rear end and Mason was starting to get a little...hyperactive. When I spotted the big guy walking towards the Santa display there was instant relief, finally we could get this over with...until Mason spotted him.

I will now allow Will Ferrell himself portray my son when he saw Santa in the mall...



Yes, it was the exact performance. My kid went all crazy-bus-person crazy once he saw Santa. Not to mention the fact that he kept waving at him yelling "HI SANTA" while he was trying to talk to this other kid.

When he finally got to go up to see Santa, he froze. I think he was in some sort of awe struck coma because he wouldn't budge until my interact receipt came out. Maybe it was the angry elf who was taking the money who had him distracted, but the little guy just wouldn't go on without me. Good thing too, because poor old Santa had a torn rotator cuff and needed me to lift my kid up on his lap.

I was very pleased with the picture...and Mason and Santa were even wearing the same boots...how about that! Later as we were walking through the mall, Mason very seriously looked at me and we had a little conversation that went like this:

Mason: "Mom....why was Santa's beard so smelly?"

Mom: "Ew..you weirdo! Why did you smell his beard?"

Mason: "It was SO smelly"

Mom: *blank look*

Mason: "Yuck. It was so gross. My hands are dirty from it"

Mom: *blink* He was nice though.... *blink*

Snow fall hard, furnace go BOOM.

Last night as I was catching up on Grey's Anatomy (ummm...Izzy storyline...WHA?) and I heard the furnace click on (as it always does) and then click right back off. Strange but figured it was just getting some exercise in or something. Then it did it again, anxiety levels start rising, heart starts beating fast....what is going on?

Then I smelled it...the burny smell. Burny smell makes evilflu go into full-fledged panic. Burny smell makes her gather up her personal belongings that she would grab in a fire( ) and keep them in a place easily accessible in case of a fire. Burny smell also sets off frantic calls at 10:43pm (yes I even remember the exact time!) and calls to "furnace guy" to reassure me that my furnace won't turn my house into a fire pit.

Note to furnace dude - when you get frantic lady calling you at 10:43pm with panic in her voice - missing Grey's Anatomy and she anxiously asks you if her home will catch on fire - do NOT answer with..it is possible, but not likely - NO HELP!!!

So furnace man is no help at 10:43pm, furnace man promises to come between 1-5pm the next day. So in reality, my house could turn into a fireball how many times until then? You do the math. It sucked.

I woke up about 20 billion times, everytime the pathetic hunk of junk metal tried to turn over with that awful burny smell thinking this is it...we are all going to burn up in our beds. Only problem with furnace man coming between 1-5, it just happens that I cannot be home during 1-5. You see, I have to do something called work, you know where one wakes up, showers and dresses, gets whiny 4-year-old out of bed kicking and screaming and runs (never walks) to daycare and then makes it in the door for exactly 8:30...yeah that is what I do. It also happens that this is a week where 1) I had already left early the day before for a doctor's appointment and 2) We are short-staffed by one and I was the only person there until 4:30 everyday so me being gone would just cause havoc...not to mention everyone would miss me dearly.

So brother (waves fist...still mad at you) wouldn't come home from school early because he was going away right after school (waves fist...don't come home yet or I will punch you) and I had to outsource the duty to another person...Ashley. You are my hero darling, thank you so much!

Furnace man came, fixed the broken motor (yeah- no fireballs) and lectured my lovely guest on how I should change the filter more often in the furnace *blush...my filter was dirty*. When should I mention that I don't even know where to shove the stupid filter?

Bad hair day...

Awwww how cute. Were both having bad hair days and like to make funny faces

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Movie Night: Wall-E

Oh my friends, times have been rough in the evilflu house. You see, Mason (or Mr. Hyde) has decided that he has a mouth and a voice and that he is going to use it. Last week he said he was going to kill me, this week he wanted to strangle me (and he did hand motions...HAND MOTIONS!!). The problem is waking him up in the morning, do not wake a sleeping Mr. Hyde or he will go Mr. Hyde all over your head and threaten to strangle you (WITH HAND MOTIONS!!).

Now I know you all are going to be shaking your heads and wonder what I'm up to...but I decided the only way to get rid of Mr. Hyde was to bribe him. A good old bribe never hurt anybody, right? So knowing that Mason has the memory of an elephant, I decided to tell him last night before bed that if he woke up on time in the morning and got dressed without summoning his evil other half, then we could have a movie night and watch Wall-E together (which of course, stupid me had to go out to the store in 10 feet of snow - okay not really, but still!).

I know you're still shaking your heads...but hear me out...it worked!!! Unfortunately by the time we got home and by the time I figured out how to work the DVD player, the movie had just started at 8:45...so it was a late night for Mason. Let's hope Mr. Hyde stays away tomorrow morning. I'm all out of bribes!

Oh yeah about the movie....




Wall-E:Very cute movie, loved the storyline but one of my peeves is movies with no dialogue. I mean people were talking, but I found myself pretty bored of the parts where the only words being used were "Wall-E" and "Eve". Mason loved it though and I kind of liked it, just the whole no-talking thing drives me crazy...remember Castaway?? ughhhhh!! Oh yeah, and am I the only one who got so sad...almost to the point of tears sometimes in this movie...I thought it was a little bit sad!

How's this for embarassing yourself?

(although I really wish the sound would match my mouth like it does on my computer...I'll have to look into this)

For some odd reason I thought it would be a good idea to embarass myself. I would like to think I am a Singstar champion..but then I saw this guy....

Less than 2 weeks until our trip...

and I can't help but wonder if we should develop some sort of itenerary or just go and do what we want when we want. I am the queen of procrastination...you should all know that by now!

Santa is punishing me...

Confession time...

I hate Santa Claus parades...like with a passion. I guess I liked them a little when I was a kid, but now that I'm older I see just how phony they are. Why would I want to take my kid to a place where you stand outside for hours, have people all smooshed up against you and others fighting over that perfect spot to see "Santa" drive by after watching a bunch of stupid advertisements....bah humbug!

Honestly, I have never taken Mason to a Santa Claus parade...ever. He has been every year thanks to Ashley, but I have never went. I always feel pretty crappy afterwards for not taking him too, like I failed as a mother and I should have been there. This time is different though.

I anticipated that I would feel like crap for not taking him so I decided to go and meet them there. Mother Nature had other plans though. It was raining, now it's snowing..but get this, it's also thunder and lightning out. FORGET IT. So now I sit home and mope and hate Santa. You make me feel crappy every year and I hate you...so there!!

I (heart) Rick Moranis!!

Quite possibly the best rap of 1989!!

Just Albert and me...

Insomnia stinks.

Wake up time in 6 hours...know I need sleep...can't.

Only person to keep me company is Albert the mug and a nice steaming cup of....grape juice (yeah that's how I ride).

Nobody to talk to, nobody will listen.

Wearing glasses and taking pictures of myself in same...a rare occasion. Also wearing my super comfy pyjama pants...still in my shirt from today though.

Thinking: Why is my insomnia always linked to iTunes backing up my iPhone. Seriously? Second time this week and I wonder what pervy bus driver will say tomorrow.

Smelling: My new sparkly lip gloss. Why I put it on just to go to bed is beyond me.

Hoping: That tomorrow is good...and to fall asleep....now....no? ....now?

Hearing: Laptop hums...rabbit going crazy.

Wondering: If a laptop can overheat and burn down somebody's bed? How I can be comfortable in this position. If I had a chiropractor he would probably be a billionaire off my visits alone! f

Going. To. Bed.

Those darn vampires!!!

**oops I accidentally drafted this post...it's back now!**

I completely forgot that my doctor wanted me to get blood taken before my next appointment....which is next week. Luckily I happened to remember last night which gave me some time to mentally prepare for the dreaded taking of my blood....I am already low on blood stuff...I don't know why they need to keep taking it...I'm sure that doesn't help...anywayyy....it was unfortunate that I forgot....also unfortunate that Mason had to come along for the trip. He doesn't fare well with needles and I had to explain to him over and over and over that he was not getting a needle, he just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that it was me getting the needle this time, not him.

When we walked in the lab, we heard crying which sounded like a little baby crying, which turned out to be an older child, but still the cry was very "babyish". So Mason asked me if there were babies in there. At the time, I thought it was a baby so I told him there was a baby in that room, yes. A few minutes went by and he didn't say a word, and then he looked straight at me and said "Mom, can you get a boy one?". It took me a minute to realize what he was asking, if I would have had a drink in my mouth it probably would have come spraying out at that very minute. He thought this was the place you go to pick up babies...like a baby store or something. Oh innocence...I never want it to go away!

So after standing at the desk for a few minutes, the receptionist finally told me to take a number...which I thought was pretty odd since there was nobody else in the waiting room. Oh well, humour me, so I took the number. Literally the minute I sat on the seat she called my number....it was like straight out of SNL I tell ya. I gave her my info and waited....about 2 minutes before the lady came out and called my name this time.

Mason came in the room with me and him being there was an excellent distraction....especially when his eyes got so wide after seeing the needle, I thought he was going to pass out, but luckily he didn't...he just watched, jaw dropped.

After that we went to the greatest store ever....

...and loaded up on that oh so yummy, and rare candy. I didn't even notice they had a British section until we were already leaving. I definitely have to go back and check that out! I also got the cutest lip gloss container ever. The lip gloss itself is gross and feels like sandpaper when you put it on (Avon is better - shameless plug). The container is so worth it though.... ...and then we saw the funniest signs ever on a variety store window with words like THIEF, BURGLAR, ROBBER....best signs ever!!! I love those words...burglar is like my favourite word when I describe a bad guy...kind of like hamburglar. I wish I would have taken a picture of the "burglar" but I did get Robber and Theif pretty good!!

Then we went to the mall where we ran into an Elvis impersonator. I wasn't all that dazzled, he was the same one that was at my birthday get-together at the old person bar so I've seen his act before...actually Mason wasn't too impressed either. I guess it was kind of exciting though because how often do you see an Elvis impersonator in Sears...awesome. I wish I would have taken a pic...I just didn't want him to feel like a superstar. Don't let fame go to your head or to your blue suede shoes Elvis man.

Speaking of shoes, that was our mission. To find shoes for our trip. I so badly wanted a pair of black Mary-Jane Crocs...couldn't find them anywhere. In fact, finding any kind of Croc in November isn't a very easy task. Finally we left the mall and went over to the sports store where we hit the motherlode of Crocs...unfortunately only one pair was in Mason's size...and they were the Disney ones we wanted (he had them before but the strap broke!) and they were charging $34.99 still. Now that's BURGLARY (hehe)...but I did find a really comfy pair of Nike Celso flip flops thongs (hehe) for $10!! So Now I'll be stylin in these for our trip.

So then after Mason said he wanted to kill me....literally, my heart shattered and I lost all will to shop after that. I don't even remember why he said it, a whole other post really though so moving on...

After that incident, we went over to Winners where I found the Mickey Crocs for *drumroll please* $12 and they were the green ones he wanted (double bonus!!). Only problem...they are size 12/13...Mason wears 11 and I mean 11 but can still wear a 10 if he wants. So let's hope his feet grow before the trip! He seems to be able to walk in them very well but I don't know if it's such a good idea.

So footwear for the trip...DONE!! Exceeeeeeeeept...I think I want new runners!!

Moving on....

The Hippo Incident....

....and he still didn't get it later on either....

Look I'm reading a book!!!

I figure I could use all the help I can get! ;)

Trouble with numbers...

I'm doing the tedious task of organizing pictures onto my external hard drive today and just as a reached a critical point of where I could not be peeled away, Mason comes in the room asking to watch TV. I could hear the TV was on but it was on Paris Hilton's new BFF or something stupid like that.

Rather than getting up and changing the channel for him, I thought this would be a good way for him to learn numbers. He brought me the remote and I told him to push 0-6-3 to get to the cartoon channel. I figured it would buy me a few minutes anyway because there was no possible way he would remember those numbers....until he came running in all excited...

I DID IT...I DID IT!!!

I was shocked and decided this was an event to celebrate. I pulled myself away from my picture organizing and went to see what channel he landed on. Well he did land on cartoons....in Spanish. I figured he pushed 0-6 and forgot the 3 because it was on channel 6 and it just happened to be Bugs Bunny in Spanish....pretty cool actually. He was a little upset when I changed the channel, but it was for the best, he already has speech problems!

Nice try bud....maybe next time!

Attack of the close standers!!

I loathe line-ups. Absolutely hate them. I have no patience nor do I have the time to waste for line-ups. Social etiquette has taught me how to handle these situations...you know the basic line up common sense...
a) Don't butt in line - it's not cool and you're annoying.
b) Don't fart in line - it's gross
c) Don't leave and come back - again, not cool
and last, but certainly not least...
d) DO NOT TRY TO CLIMB INTO MY ASS.

Line ups are terrible...and it scares me because I know in a couple of weeks we will be in endless line-ups at Disney...and it scares me to think of all the different kind of people I will encounter in these line-ups. I think the line-up offenders who are most on my mind right now are the ass-climberers. You know the ones that would probably end up climbing up your butt if you allowed them to. Yeah the ones that stand so close you can smell their breath, hear them smacking their gum and feel them give you a little jab every once in a while for reasons unknown...and reasons you probably don't want to know.


Tonight I decided to take Mason to see Madagascar 2 at the movie theatre. So there was a huge line-up to buy the ticket, a line-up for the drinks and a line-up to get into the theatre. So by the time I reached my third line I was feeling a little riled up from the line-ups. Things were going well in the lines so far but you know, three line-ups, odds are someone is going to screw you over in at least one of them!

I was having a conversation with my brother when my peripheral vision caught site of a line butter. I stopped paying attention on my bro and focused on this new found enemy. I saw her inch her way up until she stood almost in his place in line. It bothered me so much that I shoved him up and smooshed her away from the line. Well I guess Mrs. Butter didn't like that very much because she then decided to come and stand behind me, but not just behind me...like almost literally up my ass. I can't STAND when people stand too close to me. I was begging god to allow my internal organs to whip up some gas so I could blow a big stinky fart (the only defense mechanism I could think of at the time) but it just wouldn't happen. The only other time I wished to fart was the time when my friend and I bought farting powder...that's a whole other story.

So anyway, this line invader decided to breathe down my neck and do a reverse close talker on my behind. Really what can you do when someone is attacking you from behind like that? I mean you can throw the odd elbow but it gets pretty awkward.

When the movie finally let in, she goes running past everyone with her 18 kids in tow, jibbering in some other language (which I suppose she was yelling about how she won the line-up battle). I was so mad at this point...it's not even like the line-up mattered anyway and I think that is what bothered me the most...what was the point of trying to push ahead so hard when it was pretty certain we were getting a seat??

I totally forgot to plot my revenge during the movie...actually I was too flabbergasted by the violence in this so-called kid's movie...and believe me, I'm not a prude but having an old lady ran over by a car and the driver claiming she's not dead pisses me off a little when my 4-year-old is at such an influential age...of course he thought that part was totally hilarious though.

Bottom line, if you are going to try to crawl up my ass in line at least introduce yourself first and maybe we can get a drink or something before you decide to crawl up my ass.

I got a new toy...

So shiny, so fun!

Izzy...

Too bad she didn't start shedding a few days ago...she could have came out trick-or-treating with us as a mummy!

He really does need me!

Mason started a new session of speech therapy this morning. I went to the meeting as it was his first time meeting his new speech therapist and I thought things could get a little awkward. As it turns out, Mason didn't need me at all to feel comfortable with this new speech therapist, actually he was very excited and I think he is still feeling the effects of the Halloween candy because he was bouncing off the walls...and the table...and the floor...he was rowdy!

I find as he gets older he comes to me less and less to help him out with things. In fact just tonight he tried to wash his own hair, which actually turned out to be a huge mess, but my point is he just doesn't come to me anymore for little things like that, he feels invincible...and it scares me.

So just as I'm about to leave, he gets this look of horror on his face and wraps around my legs like a spider monkey telling me not to go. Unfortunately I had to be at work but he was wrapped around me and just wasn't letting up. I finally made him a deal, I would go outside with his class and wait until he started playing on the playground before I left. His eyes lit up like my neighbour's Christmas lights (that is a whole other post!). I could tell he was pondering something but I just didn't know what his plan was.

Little did I know, when the kids go outside they have to sit in a row and listen to the rules...each and every time. I guess that is effective...who knows. So just as he's about to join his little group, he pulls up this tricycle. This tricycle was different from every other tricycle on the play yard and by the looks of it, it was faster. Mason pulled it up beside me and said...

"Now you stay here and save this tricycle for me, okay Mom?"

My kid used me to hold his favourite bike!!! Can you believe that?! I honestly think he had it planned from the time I said I would stay until they went outside. So that was my first thought, but then I started to get a little scared. What if another kid beat him back to the tricycle and I had to fight a kid for it?? Should I let this kid take it and disappoint my kid or do I put up a fight or a temper tantrum...who knows the playground rules anyway?

Luckily nothing like that happened, Mason came racing back and said bye to me without even looking back. Well at least I felt needed for a minute there!

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Trick or TREAT....

Halloween 2008 went off without a hitch....well other than me feeling like a pile of steamy poo for the whole day. It's hard to be Snow White when you're blowing your nose every 5 seconds...so the costume didn't last long and adult Halloween time was out of the question, but like I said, everything went of without a hitch...no rain, nobody peeing their pants...all went well.

I'm pretty sure Mason would have loved to ditch me though because I was slowing him down quite a bit...what with my stuffed up nose and huffing and puffing to keep up! He had fun though...and he got quite a bit of candy for really not going to many houses...it was all our charm I tell ya...everybody gave us hand fulls. Plus the fact that we are just too darn cute (yes WE!) ;).

Srsly though, it was a good night. My sister and I even managed to get scared by the scary wood man who was hiding behind a tree and we got some of that yummy hot chocolate from my old neighbour. Her house is a must-visit each year. Mason was so excited to go there this year that he walked right in *blush* Reminder for next year: We must go over trick-or-treat etiquette...you know, how we don't walk into a strangers house or bang on their door like an ogre...that would be nice.


As you can see...we still had a bit of snow left *grumble*




I went a little crazy with the Halloween decorations on the house this year. Next year...do not buy so many pumpkins. Nobody wanted to carve them and they all were pretty stinky by the time Halloween came around.




A close-up of the "fantastic" make-up job I did on his little bat face. If you must really know, I was trying to cover up his scar from his little "incident" last week.




Mason and Hayden waiting so patiently to go and get some candy for their moms




Okay some of us weren't so patient.




Check out the awesome wing span this kid had! Take that old lady who thought he was a mouse...do you think mice have wing spans like that??




Oh yes our traditional photo...





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