The Oldies

These playsets were Goodwill finds. I had the same ones (or very similar) when I was a kid. These were for the original Little People way back when. Let's date these a little shall we...I'm *cough* 27-soon-to-be-28 *cough* and I had these when I was around Mason's age...those are some old toys right there! I'm sure they could pinch little fingers somehow or may even contain a speck of lead paint or so but I survived so I guess he will too!

I even found some of the little people that go with this set. There is a movie theatre, a barber shop and an ice cream parlor in these sets with little "seats" for the people - M. would much rather use his cars as the people. He thinks Little People are for girls...but their playsets are pretty awesome.

In a few short hours..

I will be attending the New Kids on the Block concert! I haven't been to a NKOTB concert since I was like...I don't even know, 7 or 8? Anyway I was a HUGE fan back then. I luuurved Jonathan, but only because my cousins loved all the other guys (except Danny...nobody wanted to love him). Apparently now he's a gay real-estate agent...but oh well that's cool I guess.

I remember we took a limo from London to the Skydome (now the Rogers Centre) and people were banging on our windows and stuff because they thought we were NKOTB - or maybe that didn't happen but I seem to remember that for some reason.

We went with my neighbours who were the awesomestly coolest parents...ever. We went everywhere...in the back of their big giant monster truck singing along to MC Hammer...we were rockin'. They were the coolest and they would totally let us hang at their house until it was really really dark out. They let us go to see monster truck shows with them, let us observe the neighbours fighting and even allowed their son to have a campout in the backyard the same night I had a campout in my backyard for my 13th birthday party - which actually turned out to be a pretty bad decision because I ended up having a hissy fit and locked all my guests out of my house. Ahh to be 13 again, but that is a whole other story.

Anyway, I'm going to see these old dudes perform again...probably almost 20 years later...how cool is THAT!?

So in honor of my excitement, and boredom of waiting for my super-awesome NKOTB friends to arrive I made a little video of how I think I will react to hearing their music again...



...but of course, I will never be as good at singing at this guy:

Busy Day

"Hollywood" enjoying a trip to the park...while trying to avoid the paparazzi. Life is so hard when you are a celebrity.

Today was jam-packed full of fun for Mr. Hollywood. We had a birthday party and then right after that one we had another one to go to - at the bowling alley. Mason Mr. Hollywood had a blast, and didn't even nap.

We then took a trip to the park on our bikes and then ended up on our way to the roller rink which was at full capacity so we just ended up at home.

Such a busy day, also included was a minor car accident...and if you are thinking my poor car, it wasn't my car and I wasn't driving so :P

They've Created a Monster...

I'm such a proud mother, my child was on the news and it was for a good cause, which was surprising to me because I always thought the children I raised would be on the news for robbing a bank or streaking through an old age home...regardless...he is a star!


Such a great thing, his 2 seconds of fame (believe me, I counted) but he thinks this is the greatest accomplshment ever. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's in his room right now packing up to move to Hollywood. He actually even asked me if I would put this video on for him while he fell asleep.

PS - Had I of known they were filming today, I would have forced him to get that haircut last night.

PPS - Had I of known he would have been dressed in a tuxedo and would have had a bath the night before :/ oops.

Laptop Beautified

Also beautified:
-iPhone case
-car interior
-rear car window

Me=happified

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One Minute Writer: Tales

Tell a story that has been passed down through your family. (If you do not have a biological family, tell any story you remember hearing as a child.) I'm not good at this one minute writing thing because once I start I just can't stop sometimes! Anyways, today's topic was tell a tale that has been passed down. Unfortunately I cannot just think of one, it's impossible. About 80% of the tales passed down in my family involved my grandfather, or pa, spud or per to some. That's his hand grabbing me in the picture up there. Unfortunately he wasn't a very photographed person (picture Freddy Krueger - and I say that lovingly, I swear), nor was he liked very much (which could explain the lack of pics) because he was mean, rude and well a pervert.

One of those tales that always gave me a giggle was the one about my old "Pa" and his lawn chair. You see, Pa was an avid junk collector. He would scour the neighbourhood for any piece of junk that fancied his likings...old lawn mowers and lawn chairs were gold to him. One day an old aunt of ours (I wish I could remember her name) who was unfortunately paralyzed on one side of her body after having a stroke, came over to visit (probably to visit my Grandma because she was lovely - unlike Pa who was rude and crude). This poor old aunt decided to sit upon one of Pa's dumpster dive lawn chairs and well, she took a little tumble as the chair fell apart completely.

Pa ran over to help her....or so everybody thought, in fact he was devastated about his lawn chair. He picked the lawn chair up, and some swear they even saw a tear in his eye over this piece of ...well trash. He stomped off to his workshop with chair pieces in hand, leaving poor old auntie on the ground to fend for herself. I'm sure there were some f-bombs and name callings in those few moments as well.

I know it's terrible to laugh at such a thing, but that story always gave me a giggle. Maybe I'm a bit sinister, but I always sided with my Pa - he was my homeboy!

Wordless Wednesday: March 25, 2009

Always wear your helmet kids...even if it makes your hair all sticky-uppy afterwards.

Missing my safety net...

A good friend (wait, is there such thing as a bad friend really? Because I mean if they piss you off somehow are they really a friend?). Anyway, as I was saying, a good friend of mine asked me what the worst thing about being a single parent is. I looked her straight in the face and said.. "the lack of sex"No seriously, I am totally kidding (and blushing now too - you know it!).

First of all, I really don't usually classified myself as a single mother. Single mothers are great, very awesome people who are so powerful and do not show any fear. I'm terrified. I'm the kind of mother who second-guesses every decision made. Single mothers (and fathers) just do it because they have to - I cry about it until I absolutely have to. I'm a wimp, I'm emotionally weak and I sometimes usually don't make the right decision.

So to answer that question, what is the worst thing about being a single parent? It would have to be my lack of "safety net". I mean my iPhone does a pretty good job of it...kidding again, but seriously, being a single parent, the thing I miss the most is having someone here to help me make decisions. Decisions like the ones that will turn our son into a great man. I mean making decisions on little things would be great help too, you know things like:

• Is this apartment in a bad neighbourhood?


• How do you make lasagna?


• Do these jeans make my ass look big?


• Is that transformers t-shirt going to make him get his ass kicked at daycare?

The little things are important too you know, and I miss having someone there to nudge me in the right direction. Oh how I hated it at the time. I remember going out to the mall with my friend and pouting because R. wouldn't let me spend money on a dog sweater or a super-awesome fish tank. Now that I can make these decisions on my own, it's so much harder to convince myself I do not need to buy a dog sweater (we don't even have a dog - hello!) or that the fish tank can wait.

So it is true, I am not a decisive person. I hate having all the responsiblity and I like to have someone to tell me what is right (so I can argue with them about it and convince myself that I do need a dog sweater and buy it anyway).

...but I do gotta say, the best part of being a single parent is

...I always get the first and last kiss goodnight.

Because When You Are 5....

...getting the bike you have wanted for "forever and ever" is super-awesome.

When you are 27, fitting that bike into the trunk of your Volkswagen Beetle leads to tantrums and girl-sweat and is not very cool at all.

Flea Market Finds...

The flea market is always entertaining. I just can't wait to hang this beautiful work of art on my desk. My co-workers will love me!

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Us.

This is the new me....


..Visiting the old you.
...and your new friends (creepy)

Wordless Wednesday: March 18, 2009

Our crazy family picture

Up Yours Naughty Step...

After a particularly hard day at work, Mason decided to throw one of his ridiculous 5-year-old tantrums at the wrong time. When does this stop, because it's getting old pretty quickly. The other day it was because he didn't want to wear a green shirt and today it was because he wanted to go to "Nana's" house. I mean, I have tantrums too, but they are just more acceptable when you don't throw yourself on the ground and kick your mother.

Fed up with his behaviour, I quickly picked the first technique I could think of. Of course I thought of Supernanny because my child had turned into Mr. Hyde at this point and was chasing me with a clenched fist so I figured it was time to do something.

Naughty step was my choice. What a mistake! He was sentenced to 5 minutes on the naughty step and each time he got up the timer reset. That was the longest hour of my life. Not only that, but when it was finally time to get off the naughty step (and I was so relieved we could get on with our night), he decided he was not coming off the naughty step.

The problem with him is stubborness. His father was very stubborn, I guess I can be a little stubborn, not a very good combination and I guess the poor kid got a mix of both our stubbornidity (yes I just made that word up - or was it already a word?)

After a while when he was ready he came off the naughty step, but why did I still feel like I lost that battle?

He looks like Ken...

Help me out here...I swear this American Idol contestant (Adam Lambert) looks like
Ken....only like if Ken went all emo/gay and was not all plasticy and stuff...(don't mind the boobies, we have a lack of Barbie products in this house and this is all I could find on Google that proved my point).

Hate thy neighbour?

I am not afraid to admit it, I think my next-door neighbour is insane. She is constanly on my case about something and now that the nicer weather is here she's right on my case about any little thing she can possibly think of (lately it's been parking). I went through these past couple weeks loathing her existence, and in fact felt as though she were put on this earth only to make my life as difficult as possible. After honestly reaching the end of my rope and trying so hard not to let the evilflu out, I did a little soul searching and came up with my theory of it all.

You see, I was crazy neighbour 4 years ago myself. Crazy neighbour has a husband who has come home to die and in a way I can honestly relate to the way she is feeling. Mind you, I never put my neighbour in positions that made them hate my guts, I was a lot younger and I'm a lot cuter (it had to be said).

In ways we were very similar though. The feeling you get when you go to bed every night, not knowing if the person you love the most will wake up with you in the morning or not, if you will find him dead in your living room in a rented hospital bed. The frustration you feel when he sleeps all day long and is up all night after you go to bed. Watching the person you love waste away to 70 pounds right in front of your eyes. The irritation of having nurses, PSWs and pallative care in your house every. single. day...sometimes 2-3 times per day. It is a lot to deal with, I totally understand that. I kind of think that crazy neighbour is not all that crazy afterall, I think she's terrified, and that maybe I just didn't see that because we handled the same situation very differently.

I'm not saying I was brave, if anything I was stupid and naieve. I honestly didn't think he would die. I wouldn't even accept it until he took his last breath, and even then I thought he would come back, he was just that kind of guy, you know? Those last few weeks before he passed was the most emotionally draining and stressful time of my life. Again, I didn't think he would die so I was never really sad, I was angry. I was angry about the choices he made. I was angry he slept so much. I was angry the time he fell. I was angry when he refused to go to his appointments. Angry when he wouldn't bathe, answer me when I talked to him, when he ignored our son.

We were together, we were not together - face it, we were the Ross and Rachel of cancer. I would go to bed and wake up every hour or so when I wanted to be with him because that was the only time he was awake but I resented him for it because I never understood how you could stay up at night and not be awake during the day.

...and then he died. I remember the next day everybody coming over to discuss funeral arrangements but all I wanted to do was get rid of that hospital bed that took up my entire living room. The hospital bed that showed up in every single picture of our son's first birthday party. Soon after that I got rid of almost all his stuff, keeping only some fishing gear and hats for Mason when he gets older.

I guess what I'm trying to get at here is that everybody deals with things differently, in my case to some people it came off as not caring, but that was not the case at all, in fact I still do care - a lot.

Every case is different, and I explained that to neighbour when she asked me how things happen the other night. I can't pinpoint it to any certain thing, but I just told her that when it is time, she will know. We were very lucky that ours was a peaceful process and I can only hope the same for neighbour.

Happy St. Patty's!

I've been waiting forever to share this on here...it seems somewhat fitting today (yippee!!!)

Weekend Recap...

I finally had a weekend worth talking about on Monday morning!

...we met some interesting (and smelly) new friends.

...played cars on the front porch

...and drove around like maniacs.

It was a good weekend!

Do you let the bubbles melt?

Since I am the awesomest/nicest mom around, Mason was treated to an Aero bar today. We had such a fun day and even though chocolate makes him go nutso and the fact that he has a dentist visit come up, I said aw screw it, they're his baby teeth...they fall out anyway (kidding! I promise I didn't say that!!).

So we were sitting out on the front porch enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a perfect ending to a wonderful weekend and that is when I noticed something oh so wrong.

I turned my head to witness my child eating his Aero bar like this....

I was horrified!! I mean, they make those little perforated bars for a reason...USE THEM!!! You are suposed to break off each little square (or a whole row if you're feeling a little anxious or if it's that time of the month), put it on your tongue and let the bubbles melt. You are NOT suposed to mow down on the whole bar, removing the wrapper in its entirety, dropping the chocolate goodness on the floor, picking up some lint after you retrieve it from the cold pavement (5 second rule totally applied here).

I just don't get it...where would he get this from. Now I have to teach him to ride a two-wheeler all over again, write words other than the ones that go in his name, how to not pee on the toilet seat AND how to eat an Aero bar. It's gonna be a long year.

Why So Serious?

Okay this Joker thing has gone a little too far.

This happened last weekend and I swear I'm still trying to get the black face paint out of his eyebrows. Parents shouldn't be so cruel as to add face paint to a child's treat bag at a party...it's just cruelty I tell ya and wrong on so many levels. You heard it here folks, and here is the proof!

Small Talk Six: March 14, 2009

This week's topic: "6 things you love that are green":

1. Izzy - My super-awesome chameleon friend who just recently learned how to drink out of a water dish. I am so proud of her...even though she looks like a total dork when she does it.


2. Turtles - ...but only cute non-smelly ones. I have a pet turtle, and she's a bit smelly but still pretty cute so it all evens out.

3. Sour Skittles (but especially the green ones!) - I'm not even sure what they are suposed to taste like since they burn the taste buds off of your tongue but they are sooo worth it!

4. Not this guy!

4. Kermit The Frog - Kermit all the way, down with Miss Piggy!

5. Four-leaf clovers - I have yet to find one in real life. I have met people who have...damn you lucky people. I bought one this one time at a variety store. It was embedded in a keychain. I was so caught up in the hype that I bought a lottery ticket at the same time. I ended up winning enough to cover the cost of the keychain

6. Brussel Sprouts - So strange that I love these things so much, but I tell ya once you eat one you just can't stop (and no, I'm not kidding!)

BEWS

So this has been a really interesting week for me. I cant even begin to explain the feelings I went through (mostly anger) that made me feel more grown up.

You see, Benny the car has been giving me some trouble. The car that I haven't even driven before this week had a few little "safety issues" to fix before I could get some license plates. No big deal...an insane amount of money later or what I might have referred to as my big screen tv, and Benny now is plated and back home safe and sound in my driveway.

Being home safe in my driveway was a huge deal for me and I will tell you why. On Wednesday I was taking the looser cruiser (aka bus) to work, I was super-excited to see my car which should have been parked at the mechanics which was on the bus route. Imagine my excitement when we came around that corner, but then imagine how that excitement turned into pure terror when the car was not there.

The work had already been done the day before so there was no reason for the car to be missing. I quickly got off the bus to inspect the now empty parking spot where my car used to be. I felt so lost, insanely lost! There were police cars all over the place, and my mind started racing. "what if someone shot a bullet through one of my windows and the police took the car away", "what if the mechanic fell in love with my car and drove it to Mexico to drive off a cliff Thelma and Louise style?" (and yes those were serious thoughts - welcome to my mind, hang on it's a crazy ride!).

I just stood there in the empty spot probably looking pretty dumbfounded. I peeked in the windows of the shop and didn't see a thing, the mechanic was missing, there were no tire marks or anything - but where was my car??

I had to leave, it was freezing out and I'm pretty sure my hands got frost bitten from all the frantic calls I was making. A couple minutes after I got to work and defrosted at my desk I got a phone call....and of course right away I thought it would be the police telling me how my car was stolen or something. Luckily it was the mechanic - who proceeded to tell me every little thing he did that morning. I finally interrupted him after he told me about his bowl of Shredded Wheat with a hair in it to beg of him to tell me the whereabouts of my car. "Silly girl, I put car in shop because bums break in my cars to sleep in them". Oh...good enough. Now I just felt stupid.

So long story, semi-shortened, the car was safe, it cost me my big screen TV fund to have it safetied, e-tested and plated. I was so excited to go down to the licensing office this morning. I was there bright and early and greeted the grumpy office workers with my early morning goofy grin. I had all my paperwork, I knew what I was there for and I had pigtails...it was a good day, and then she handed me my new plates. BEWS. My plates say BEWS (aka - booze!). I mean not that I ever plan to drink and drive, but if I ever did and got caught they would print in the newspaper "and her license plates said BEWS" or what if people think I picked that myself? I mean sure I like to indulge in a few lot of drinks every now and then. I guess I'm just a little disappointed that they didn't say something cool like AWSM or COOL or CUTY. Bews it is, make sure you wave if you see me...or buy me a drink cuz I think that's going to be my new trademark now.

My Bucket List

A "Bucket List" is basically a list of things you want to do before you "kick the bucket". I would like to hope that everybody has one of these lists. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, and I have yet to come up with a definite list, but I thought I would share my progress with you so far...

1. To live in an apartment with a great view - Okay so this is #1, but that doesn't make it top priority or anything, in fact, this is a safe one because really anybody can live in an apartment with a great view if they really wanted to. This is just top of my list because it has been on my mind a lot these past few weeks after coming to the realization that our lives are about to change. The fact of the matter is, I have always wanted to live in an apartment. Not so much after I had a baby, I always wanted my children to have their own yard, but things change, maybe it won't be so bad at this point in our lives afterall...our fingers are crossed. R. and I lived in an upper apartment of a duplex once, but that totally doesn't count because the only view we had from there was the crackheads passed out on our front lawn and the big gay bus.

2. To be honestly happy - Even if only for a little while. I just forget what it's like to be truly happy anymore. I have seriously forgotten and I would like to have a little taste of that again. I know that sounds stupid and corny, but I just want that feeling back. I'm tired of being a crab.

3. To learn how to swim - Not competitively or anything, I'm talking about your basic swim (you know, not doing the doggy paddle). I could totally see myself doing laps at the Y. Preferably not at the same time as the old man who wears the white Speedos...that was awkward.

4. To go on vacation - Next time we're going tropical!

5. To work at Disneyland - I went on a job interview there last week...unfortunately it didn't turn out so well:

6. To have more friends - I'm kind of a loner. I like to be alone, but I want to change that! I kind of stopped hanging out with people. I mean I do have friends, but I never initiate actually hanging out with friends. If they ask me, great, but you must know that I am thinking of ways to get out of doing things in my mind. Ever since R. died I just feel selfish hanging out with people because I feel like a Debbie Downer. This would also be good because I want to have a pretty rockin' funeral....and nobody who sobs like a whale at funerals (aka - me) will not be allowed in.

7. To win a major reward - You know, something like a trip, a big screen TV, a bowling alley or a leg lamp!

8. To be on a jury - This has been on my "to do" list for a loooong time. Jury duty is such a mystery to me. How does one get on a jury? Why does everybody moan and groan when they get picked? Just once I want to be picked to go on a jury and see what all the hype is about. When I hear about my friends getting picked not once - but two, some even three times to go on a jury it makes me insanely jealous. I mean I'm all about staying in a hotel and watching a real trial. I feel like me as a 9 year old in grade school...you know the kid who always got picked last? That was totally me! Here is a little video I made to show you why I'm probably never picked for jury duty:

9. To just "get" photography - Right now I feel like there is something I am missing. Maybe it's the fact that I haven't touched my camera in a couple weeks now, but there is something not right with the way I take pictures. I want to be able to pick up my camera, click click and have awesome pictures. Is that too much to ask?

The cat hat comes back...

I hate you Mother Nature. Off to throw a hissy fit... Good day all!

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Wordless Wednesday: March 11, 2009

Those big brown eyes can see perfectly...at least that is what the eye doctor told us today...

Doh I can't do a Wordless Wednesday without words.

Tuesday Toot: March 10, 2009

Today's toot *hehe* would have to be that I have finally named my beautiful little car. I like to name things...computers etc...My home computer is Gayle, work computer is Gloria, laptop is nameless and my car is now named...

BENNY!

I excitedly told my co-workers about the name of my beautiful little car that I drove for the first time yesterday when I dropped it off at the shop. Shortly after I named my beautiful, silver, metal piece of handcrafted art (er....car), I got the phone call. Benny was in need of $832 of repairs. Hmff. So much for the super-awesome "Benny and the Jets" name...now I just call him "Money Pit"....it's still SOOOO cute though!!

The Big Race...

On your mark.

Get set.

Go!

I take off running. The cold morning air stings my cheeks as I run. Faster. Faster. My lungs start to burn after a short sprint. I'm running as fast as I possibly can - but he is still faster. I still feel like I have a chance to win this thing so I push myself to run faster - but my body just isn't meant to go that fast.

Almost ready to give up, "Your shoes make you so fast!" I call out breathlessly. He turns his head over his shoulder and yells "I know! Lightning McQueen is fast". Not really the answer I expected, but the thought leaves my mind as fast as it appeared. I was in this to win it, there was no time to think, only time for racing.

We run past dog poop and I pray that neither of us fall in it, remembering that one time in grade 8 at the Royal Winter Fair. We run over puddles, through the park and by the homeless man resting on the bench. We jog past the geese fighting in the flooded river and up a hill. We ran and ran until I just couldn't run any more.

...and that is when I realize that my 5 year old can out run me in a race. What he didn't realize was that I initiated a race to distract him from wanting to stay home from daycare today - and it worked!

Movin' On Up...

Okay now that you have that song in your head, I have some sad news folks. We have to move! We have rented this house for the past two years now. It has had many ups and downs, to say the least, but the house is beautiful and the yard is breath taking in the summer. The thing is, my brother is moving out in the summer and this house is just way too big for just Mason and I.

...and surprisingly I'm trying to see the good in all of this. I won't have to deal with furnace woes anymore. No more coming home from a long day at the office to have to shovel my steps or rake my leaves, no more leaky basements and no more kneeling in poop in my backyard and the batty neighbour who has been more than a pain in my rear end this past weekend.

I have decided to move us into an apartment. I've never lived in an apartment building - ever. I'm kind of excited in a way, but I'm not sure how long that feeling will last when I think about the flowers in my yard and all the missed photo opportunities in my backyard.

No worries though, I'm sure apartment life will give me much more to write about. Hey I might even write a sub column called "As Seen From My Balcony" or "Down By The Pool". I won't be a constant worry-wort and can come home to relax and not worry about someone trying to steal my rake.

The Fine Art of Skiing (aka - why I hate skiing)...

I am Canadian. We have snow on the ground for 80% of the year - okay maybe that is exaggerating a little, but we really do see a lot of snow. Most Canadians love them some snow. Snowmobiling, skating, snow shoeing, ice fishing, tobogganing, dog sledding, igloo building....you name it, if it has to do with snow, most people here LOVE it.

I am not one of those people. In fact, I loathe the snow. I absolutely hate snow, ice, sleet, hail...anything cold and wet is not cool. Even more than snow itself, I hate skiing. Mind you, I have never been skiing, which probably seems to make me an uninformed idiot, but hear me out.

I do not need to strap two wooden planks to my feet in the -28 degree weather and toss myself down a hill where I most likely will end up either glued to a tree or with some sort of broken limb to know that it is not a good idea. I know full well that doing such activity will either a) harm me or b) give my feet that burny feeling, you know the one you get when you take off ice skates (hate that!).

The more I hear about skiing deaths on the news, the more I have to wonder what is attracting people to such an awful sport? It seems like this year alone has been particularly bad for skiing accidents and the more I hear about it the more I remind myself how I will never go skiing and even how Mason will never be allowed to go. I'll be like the crazy mother in Carrie "they're all gonna laugh at you....they're all gonna laugh at you...". Okay, not really but still.

Not convinced? Check out these famous people who have died in skiing accidents:

Sonny Bono - Adorable little hippy man of Sonny and Cher died January 5, 1998 while skiing in Nevada. Cher gave the most beautiful eulogy I had ever heard in my life...very sad.

Michael Kennedy - Nephew of former US President John F. Kennedy. Died in Aspen after hitting a tree while playing football while skiing.

Michel Trudeau - Son of the late Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau. Killed in an avalanche while skiing in Vancouver.

I just can't help but wonder how skiing even began. I mean what fool strapped two planks of wood on a hill and decided that thrusting yourself over a mountain would be fun? Maybe the village idiot was paid to do it as a dare...who knows, all I know is that you will never ever see me on a pair of skiis.

Customer Service?

Found this lovely broken toothpick in my mashed potatoes at Applebees. My first time here and I almost choke on a toothpick and all I got in return was a "sorry" and a rotten attitude. Not impressed.. And grossed out :/

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The Yucky Stuff...

So he has a mystery infection. It's not his ears, not his throat...actually nobody is quite sure what is going on but his fever just isn't going away.

Now I just have to say, why do they even bother to flavour this crap? It smells like egg fart as soon as you open the bottle anyway, I've never tasted it, but you just know it tastes gross based on the smell alone.

So I gave Mason his first dose tonight...only to have the bottle swatted out of my hand, dumping half of the eggtastic smelling contents on the kitchen floor (which later made my sock stick to it...even after I cleaned it up) and the rest spit in my face and all down his shirt.

Oh this is gonna be a looooong week :/

Growing Orange Trees

My son has a wild imagination and if he believes something is true he will argue and argue. It's best to leave him be with what he thinks, good or bad.

Recently he's been obsessed with seeds. Seeds from any kind of fruits he will save as he plans to plant them as soon as the ground thaws.

Today as I ate my orange that had a ridiculous amount of seeds in it, I thought of Mason and his crazy dream to grow an orange tree. I'm pretty sure oranges can't grow in South Western Ontario, but hey a boy can dream right?

Wordless Wednesday: March 4, 2009

In honor of Grammy's birthday tomorrow...today's Wordless Wednesday features my two favourite people in the whole wide world.

...and no, that is not me, it is my mom...I promise I am not one of my most favourite people in the whole wide world.

Sickky...

This is what I'm dealing with today, rosy cheeks, blood shot eyes and a cough that you could easily mistake for a dying dog.

Staying home has it's advantages. Today I learned that PBS now accepts car donations (Wha?) and that that dude on Maury was NOT the daddy, even though I was so sure he was and that so and so slept with so and so on Days of our Lives and so and so got amnesia (I don't even pay attention to their names anymore)...but I have to say it's not as nice as I thought it would be.

First of all, the king is sick and of course he is a male so he is so sick that he cannot do anything for himself. Hey, I don't mind waiting on a sick baby, that's what a mom does, but when the king starts making demands for strawberries and oranges with chicken noodle soup, that's when I start to get a little stressed. Explaining to the sick king that we have no strawberries left was like explaining to him that I accidentally killed his hamster (no, that didn't really happen, close call though :/ ). I thought he was going to whip his half eaten, seeded orange at my head. Even the fact that it was a seeded orange just pissed him off royally. Do not mess with the sick king!

At that point I had already had the scare of my life when my high-tech thermometer crapped out. I guess it was time since the thing is as old as Mason (which is a long time in electronic years I gues) because it started reading his temp as 104.8, which in turn sent me into a panic, checking his temp over and over and checking mine to compare. Luckily I found a cheaper, older digital thermometer that still worked like a charm (take that piece of crap thermometer!) and his temp was only 101.8 under his armpit...while he was in the tub so I'm not even sure if that was accurate. All I knew at this point was that I felt useless as a mother. I have been working full-time since 2006 (almost 3 years now!) and everytime we spend an entire day together I feel like I'm not the best at this mother stuff. I don't know if I'm alone in this one, but when I found out he had a fever, I panicked. I did not have a clue what to do. I mean, he gets sick every once in a while, a lot of the time his grandmother takes him when he's sick so I can still work, so I really never know what to do when he is this sick. He is just miserable and I am feeling pretty bad at this point about what to do when he is sick.

Another thing about staying home all day is the noise. Every little noise makes my ears perk up and I have to investigate it. I don't know if I never notice this stuff at night because I'm so tired or because everybody is home and loud, but during the day you hear everything. To make matters worse, I am still worried about my car. My neighbour made me pull it further up the driveway (and I was totally completely on my side anyway - but tired of arguing). So I pulled it up and now I can't see it, and to make matters worse their house is like bloody Grand Central Station...people in and out all the time, and they all walk by my car. Everytime I hear somebody coming up the driveway I watch them like a guard dog. The car has an alarm, I shouldn't worry so much, but I just about had a heart attack when the one dude was taking out their garbage and almost hit my car with the garbage can. I pictured myself running out in my housecoat and leaping on him until he gave me money to fix the car.

Staying home makes me a psycho. I wonder how I ever managed to do this before

Luv my V-Dub...

My "beetle car" (Mason's definition of the shiny silver thing in my driveway) is home! So pretty...so shiny and so apparently in my neighbour's way >:(

...I mean who could not love such a perfect piece of craftmanship...especially one that comes with a super-awesome "James Bond" key.

I know Mason is in love....

I had to pry him off with the broom shortly after this pic.

To make myself extraordinarily dorky, I must tell you how I drove it up and down my driveway a few times trying to get it parked in the perfect spot until my neighbour who shares the driveway (who does not own a vehicle, mind you) told me it needed to be moved because it was in the way of her home nurses who come to see her husband.

Picture me...now picture me with steam coming out of my ears. I mean I'm a nice enough person and I'm pretty understanding, but this woman drives me absolutely bat-shit. I seriously want to move over her dumbass antics. My next move is to separate the driveway somehow with some kind of border or big yellow line or something so she can take her non-existant car and shove it up her rear. I ended up having to move the car up right beside the house and had to pry myself out. Like hell will I be doing that everyday.

Luxury apartment is looking nicer and nicer at this point.

A little bit rusty...

Confession, I haven't pulled my SLR out since January, which is very odd for me. The thing is, my photography hobby goes way down in the winter. It's up in all three other seasons, but winter is just so - blah!

So I pulled it out yesterday for a quick little photoshoot on the front porch and this is what I automatically get...


I had to coach him how *NOT* to pose!! So he's a little bit rusty with his posing, and me with my camera skills. It's just so funny how he automatically poses as soon as he sees the "big" camera.

I can't wait for the nicer weather to come so we can get out some more. It's actually not that bad out today but I am sick (again!) so we're sticking around the house. I don't know if I'm actually like flu-bug sick or like stress sick. You see, I spent a lot of money yesterday and lots more to come so I'm a little spazy. I bought a car! I will tell you guys all about it once it is parked in my driveway so I know this is a sure thing (which it better be or I want my money back!!).

Small Talk Six: February 28, 2009

Okay so I missed out on this yesterday because someone thought it would be a good idea for us to go rollerskating. There are just some things a 27-year-old with bad arches in her feet shouldn't do...and rollerskating is just one of them.

Without further ado, I present to you my Small Talk Six for yesterday (February 28, 2009):

6 things that never fail to make you smile

1. Watching how Mason plays with his cars. It's the funniest thing when one tells the other to "GET LOST" or "I'm your mommy and I say so". I guess it's the boy equivalent of playing dolls?

2. America's Funniest Home Videos.

3. Puppies
4. Will Ferrell movies (except the skating one -bleh).
5. Swinging on swings or jumping on trampolines. Have you ever seen someone not smiling while doing either of these activities?
6. Mason trying so hard to explain something to me that he ends up using his hands...priceless!