Grey Goosed again

It's alllll good :)

Okay ONE MINUTE TO 2010.  Thank bloody gawd this decade is almost over.

So here sits me, had a couple drinks after children gone to bed...

WHOOPS...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Let me kiss..oh...never mind... am all alone HA!!!  who cares!!!

I  cannot wait to read this tomorrow...drunken ramblings of single person home with children on New Year's Eve.

It doesn't entirely suck...just a little bit.

I truly, and honestly appreciate my friends and family.  Was home with boys today...made a special dinner and we watched a movie together.  Then the boys had a 'chocolate bath' and went to bed happy.  There were lots of hugs and kisses and it was all very nice.

Then I went into next room and thought ...hmpft...now what?

So here's me...New Year's Eve....  I should have a little drink...message my friends...yay!!!! (sad and utterly pathetic attempt at joy)...

Out comes pretty glass...in goes ice, Grey Goose...water...(hey don't knock it...at 5 calories a glass I can feel AND look great!!)... and okay..load of laundry..

shut up..am not only loser on planet doing laundry tonight...

HEY why not make a few recordings...

Now listen...one should never, ever sing when drinking.  One should also never blog when drinking...but hey...it's a special occasion.

Gawd you should hear morons on street honking their horns.  If my apartment didn't have lame safety windows that only open 2 inches, I'd lean waaaay out and holler something clever....

Sigh...

So..here's me...single...sitting on couch blogging...on New Year's Eve.  2010.  Hurrah...

Let's explore pros and cons of being single and alone at home tonight shall we?

I get to wear t-shirt and yoga pants instead of stuffing my arse into something 'hot' and my poor feet into 'kick ass' shoes...

um....
I'm getting that laundry done..

HEY...I'm not drinking and driving!  AND I feel absolutely no obligation to put out...since am all alone.

Pause for drink

Not going to weight the cons...just going to call it.

This sucks.

pout

wait...having slow emerging positive thought....

Am NOT on a bad date...am not out mixing champagne with shots and decorating toilet bowl with puke...am NOT spending twice the amount of money I`d normally spend on a night out and don`t have to worry about getting hit in the face by some idiot with a party favour!  Hurrah!  It`s not all that bad!!!

This is going to be one of those moments I regret isn`t it.  I`ll wake up in the morning, read this, blush furiously, try to find a graceful way to delete this, decide against it and write something positive and mushy about the year ahead.

Soooo...let me close with one somewhat meaningful thought...

pull it together girl...

okay, am having a couple of thoughts..

2009 wasn`t so bad...  my relationship with my daughter moved into a new phase....getting to be friend and mentor is a cool thing...moved to downtown Toronto was something I`ve always wanted to do...survived the economic downturn of the decade...was proud sister of CSI Neomom passing exam and entering the career she`d been working towards for years...YAY for you!!!  Lots of good stuff :)

The saddest .. saying goodbye to my Uncle Jim this morning :)  God bless him...

That`s Uncle Jim on the far right...God luv`ìm...

It`s time for me to close my eyes now...  tomorrow we`ll all wake to a brand new decade.

Wishing you all the very best in 2010!!!  Keep smiling...and never, ever, let the bastards get you down!

Tuesday at LilVic's

This morning I hopped out of bed...

Okay, more like, woke suddenly to see Saminator's big blue eyes hovering 2 inches from my face.  He wanted me to turn the Wii on.

Funny how a good night's sleep can put a new perspective on things.  I wasn't as irritated with Bell Canada anymore..at least not irritated enough to sick my boys on them.  So I called.  And waited on hold for 10 mins listening to bad music through my crackly cordless land line.  Must get new one someday.

Emily chirped something about the call being recorded for quality purposes at some point, and I made a mental note to be nice.

Finally, the click of connection...only...no one saying hello...  so I said hello...but no one answered.  One would think that if employed by the largest communication company in Canada, they should know when they have an open line or not.  Apparently this was not the case.  I had the pleasure of listening to 2 male customer service representatives and one female rep discuss their weight and what the BMI index had to say about them.  In fact, the female is 43 years old and weighs 182lbs and can't believe she's considered obese.  Oh honey....

And in the meantime, as amusing as this may be, I really don't give a shit how fat your ass is but I AM pissed that anyone is sitting on hold while you bitch about your body mass index.  Put your fucking donut down and answer the phone!

Here's the thing...I finally DID get buddy's attention when I very loudly said that I couldn't believe these dumb asses were talking about their weight with a client on the phone.  It suddenly got quiet...then I heard the click of disconnect.

Now that was just plain stupid.  Don't they know some people are shit disturbers by nature?  Really...why get angry at this point...I feel a mission coming on...  Somebody needs to haul the bullshit outta the barn and I have a little time on my hands....

So I call back.  My first thought was to ask for a manager...but really, who is to say that I will be transferred to an actual manager?  (One day I will tell you about the fun I had making things change with the Family Responsibility Office....after a rude attendant transferred me to her girlfriend when I asked for a manager).   I decide to Google the Bell Canada Executive team.  It's really very easy to get names these days, especially those working for corporate giants.

See, I'm going to be nice to the person that finally answers my call...after all, I need them to fix my immediate problem with the Blackberry.  Never bite the hand that feeds you .. so to speak.

A nervous sounding young man answered the phone and I never said a word other than to relay the message the technician gave me last night.  I was off the phone in 5 minutes and my internet was up and running within 15.  Miracle of miracles.

:o)

Now, I'm gonna write me a little letter.  And I'm gonna email it AND mail it to each and every executive member on that team.  I'll probably be singing while I'm hitting send.

Cause I'm like that.

No worries....you know I'll share the response I get. :)

muahahahahaaaaa

It is NOT done

Did you read my last blog?  Did I fucking stutter when I said what I wanted when I went into that Bell store???

I don't think so...

So here's the thing... you buy the Blackberry, they sell you the plan...whatever he said was the best plan...they send you off warning you that it can take up to 24 hours HOURS before you get access to the internet.  Then you need to register online...here's the address...enter the PIN and this other fucking number...here it is on the box.  They idiot proofed it with highlighters and little stars.  I was good to go.

But the Blackberry wasn't.

I got an error telling me to contact my service provider.  So I tried.  Emailing Bell didn't work...got another error.  After spending 10 minutes answering all their damned questions, I got that error.  So this isn't going to get resolved easily...now I have to get on the phone and answer some damned machine's 20 questions before I get to their technical department...where I'm transferred from one fast talking IT person to another.

Are you still with me...cause I'm pissed here and I'm just spewing it out....

Turns out...get this...that the salesman sold me the wrong plan.  What do you mean 'wrong plan' you ask?  Well, let me tell you.  Apparently, the data portion of the plan is suitable for IPhones or other gidgets, but not Blackberry's.

Not Blackberry's.

Now, I'm beyond agitated and clearly into pissed mode.

So, I say to the technician....you're telling me that I haven't been able to use my Blackberry because the guy that sold me the Blackberry sold me the wrong PLAN to go with the Blackberry, and YOU can't just fix it?

That's right m'am, he made a mistake, and only customer service can fix it, tomorrow, they are closed now. All I have to do is call back tomorrow.

Now get this....

He goes on to give me instructions on what I need to do to reset my Blackberry once they give me a new plan.  Customer service at its fucking finest right here...

Holy fuck I'm snapping again just writing this out.

Breeeeathe......

I stop the dude, and ask if, through gritted teeth (my dentist also loves me), if I take the Blackberry back to the store, will they do what needs to be done so that I can walk out of the store with a Blackberry that does everything it's supposed to do?

Yes m'am.

Now I really get to call bullshit.  Because while I don't speak IT, I'm not a complete idiot.  I remember the part about it taking up to 24 hours before you get internet, and I say so.  Buddy starts yammering on about how that is beyond their control blah, blah, blah...doesn't even GET the fact that I just called bullshit on him .. which takes all the fun out of it.

I tell him to keep his instructions, I won't remember them anyways.  And here's my plan.

See, I have to go back on the PATH, which is the underground maze I'm NOT familiar with yet, and FIND the Bell store.  And I have to do so with 2 little boys that hate shopping in tow.  So by the time I get there, I will have completely morphed into Crazy Woman.

I will find that salesman, and I will make him fix my phone.   And there will be an 'I'm sorry we are such gigantic asses' credit for the loss of time I should have had with a fully functional device.  And oh no, they will not want me coming back a third time if, after 24 hours has passed, and the Blackberry is still not working properly.

Oh there had better not be a line up.  I will set those boys of mine loose in that store...

At this moment, I'm missing the rotary phone.  All you had to do was plug that fucker in.

I don't give a shit if someone screws up, but make me do all the fucking legwork so they can fix it??? Holy fucking mother of all pains in my ASS!!!!

No wonder I drink....

And dayammm, I may not speak IT, but I can speak trucker fluently when motivated.

It is done...

The gifts are all given...the garbage all in the recycle bins... boys are in bed...

The tree is still glittering away in the corner...

And here beside me lies the gift I bought myself this year.  A Blackberry.

I know, I know...I'm a little behind.  My trusty little flip phone carried me through the years.  I could T9 text message like, well maybe not as well as a teenager but definitely as good as a 10 year old.  Or maybe not.  At least I think I spell better than a 10 year old.  Actually, probably not in text spelling, which is completely different than, well, old people spelling.  Listen, it's not as if I just retired my rotary dial phone okay?  You remember those...with the really stretched out phone cords that would get all twisted up... sigh...memories....  That's when 911 wouldn't have worked so well...takes a long time for the dial to get all the way back around from the 9....meh...

Anyways, imagine walking past a Bell store on Christmas Eve day and there's absolutely no one else in there.  It was a sign.  And since God created the credit card on the second day, I knew it was meant to be.  The time had come.

There, on the shelf in front of me, basking in the glow of the display lights.....The Blackberry.....insert choir of angels here....

But one must be cool when negotiating such a purchase.  Luckily, I had been shopping for some time, dear readers.  I was prepared.

Okay not really...  basically I couldn't decide if I wanted an IPhone or a Blackberry and I decided on the Blackberry because the touch screen is sometimes a pain in the ass and I'm easily frustrated....  Preparation hadn't gone much further than reading a few flyers and talking to friends.  Whatevs.  I want a phone that works, and gets internet and that I can text on.  The end.

Blackberry .. kewl...

So up I go, to the young salesman, smile on my face...and I tell him what I want.  He started talking about plans and gigasomething orothers and data whatchamadiggers...  I looked at him, cocked my head to one side, and told him that I had no idea what he just said.

So much for cool...and yes, I am a salesman's dream.  I know it, and I don't care.

As mentioned previously, I want a phone that works, gets internet, that I can text on, the end.  As for the plan..well, I have a plan that is working, that is the minimum I require, add the difference for the internet...I don't want to pick something from the damned complicated charts.... just friggin tell me what the good one is, how much it will cost, and, well...the end.

I count little pictures and measure lines for a living dude.  And colour.  And sometimes I cut and paste too.  It's nice.

My young buddy, on the other hand, gets to stand behind the fancy counter cuz he knows this shit...  As far as I am concerned, it's need to know, and I dunt need ta know!  Let me be clear...I want a phone that works, with internet and text.

You get the picture.  I probably got ripped off, but I don't care.  Ignorance is bliss.  And I have a shiny new Blackberry.

Now how does this damned thing work?

Anyone?

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!!

How exciting....last day of work before Christmas and a week off work!!!

The day started like it always does...Big M giving me a hard time...  We had our big potluck dinner and apparently I didn't clean up .. as if...

I did, however, set the leftover goodies out..  my gawd the fruit baskets and baked goods that we have here!  Quite the haul!

And so we've all been nibbling away...a cookie here...fudge there...heavenly brownies....  We were all going high speed until about noon...

Then we collectively hit a brick wall.

This my friends, is an example of the sugar high, and the sugar low....

But its all good :)

Tonight, The Small One is coming to hang out with me...it will be fuuuun!!  And tomorrow, The Tall One is expected in the morning and I get to spend the whole day with them!!  I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that!!  I count those kids among my blessings without a doubt :)

Christmas Day will be spent with the entire family and I'll be bringing the little guys back to the big city for a week of fun....

So this kid has a big ole smile on her face...

It's gonna be a fantastic Christmas!

Must...be....strong....

We are having a Christmas Potluck lunch here at work today.....

So here I sit, in my little corner of the trailer...facing the biggest challenge of the week thus far...

Trying to concentrate amidst the smell of meatballs simmering in the crockpot next to me....

...the lure of the cupcakes and pies and pppppasta on the make-shift kitchen counter (desk beside fridge) in front of me.

And there's a turkey shivering in the cold..waiting to jump into a deep fryer....

Gawd help us all....

The fridge is full of casseroles, and pastries....

And Mrs. Jason, pastry chef in training, made us desserts described as 'orgasmic' ... they are wisely sitting in his truck.  Though I wouldn't be surprised to find him hiding in his office, wearing a sheepish grin, face covered in chocolate....

I'm supposed to be putting a couple of quotes together, and preparing a submittal...and .. something else...I think....

3 hours to lunch time...

God bless our bellies!

Wishing you a big fat rebellious MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shame on me...I said it outloud, in public, and without a care as to who may read it and become offended!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAAAAA

Wanna know something?  I'm saying it to everyone I talk to as well!

When I call a company, and listen to the bored greeting from the receptionist...I give her a bright Merry Christmas!!!

When I wait for 1/2 hour in line with miserable customers and excited kids, I say "MERRY CHRISTMAS" to the teller before she starts to ring in my stuff.

To boot...I'll strike up a conversation with the other people waiting in line, and before walk away with my purchases, I'll give them a loud and obnoxious MERRY CHRISTMAS shout out!

Sinful ain't it....

I'm still waiting for someone to take offense.  It's not happening though....

I'm getting surprised looks, and warm reciprocation. 

Wow...almost as if...almost as if it were CHRISTMAS!!!

I challenge you to try and find someone that is actually offended.

And if you do find someone (and this is what I've been waiting for)... you tell them, from me...that if they can stomach the day off work, they can surely spit out Merry Christmas with a smile. 

I'd venture to guess you'll have the same problem I do though...and in the meantime, you'll be doing what hasn't been done in a long time...spreading a little Christmas cheer.

Wishing you all the best this Christmas season and throughout 2010!!!


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Beyond comprehension

sigh....

I'm a girl, so there's just some things that I'll never understand about boys.  Blame it on the wiring, the hormones...whatever...I will simply never wrap my mind around some of the things boys do.

Let's take hockey.

I love hockey.  It's fast, it's exciting...in my humble opinion, its the best sport on the planet. 

I love watching my boys play...seeing those sweaty little faces sporting big ole smiles behind the helmet cages.  I'm completely floored at how those little Timbits have developed in such a short period of time.  The first practise, just 3 months ago, there were so many gloves and sticks on the ice that, well...were it an NHL game it would have been one helluva brawl...but these poor little buggers were just trying to stand up.  And now?  They are zipping around on the ice like pros...almost :)  Red, until recently, was the fastest one legged skater ever...he wasn't steady enough to push off with both legs...so he'd keep one foot on the ice and push with the other...imagine a skateboard glued to one foot...  It was kinda comical watching the one legged breakaways...he shoots...he scores!!!!!  And the victory lap with arms raised high that inevitably follows each goal...

And there's the Saminator...in his second year of hockey, he is a force to be reckoned with.  You simply haven't lived until you've followed the mini Gladiators in full gear out of the dressing rooms... one by one, they hop on to the ice and take off skating hard and fast...  Saminator is a big boy... and a natural defenseman.  I won't deny the pride I feel when some little hotshot gets digging at the puck and Saminator casually reaches in and pulls it away simply because he's stronger with the stick.  Or when said hotshot, in his effort to beat that monster on blades to the puck, crashes into him and falls to the ice, stunned...  hitting the Saminator is like hitting a brick wall baby....  Oh yeahhhhh.......

So see?  I'm a cool hockey mom!  I 'get' hockey.

But the boy shenanigans...sigh...I say uncle.

Why is it uncle anyway?  I'll have to explore that someday.....

Where was I...oh yes, boy shenanigans.

So I'm watching Saminator's practise this afternoon, and I'm a little befuddled at his behaviour.  First he checks this smaller teamate of his into the boards, and kind of holds him there...then, as the boy is skating away, Saminator reaches after him with his stick and trips him....boy gets up...Saminator falls down and reaches one last time with his stick, rapping the hook around the poor lad's leg for ANOTHER trip!  WTF???  THEN....they are doing a drill that involves each player skating with their own puck...Saminator skates towards this girl on his team, takes her puck (as she stands there looking stunned), and proceeds to take a shot at the net before going to get his own puck....  huh?  How rude was that? 

I asked their dad what was up with that.  Apparently the boys had been tripping each other all practise, and there was a little rivalry going on with the girl too.  With the GIRL???  Come on...  Nearby dad's shrugged their agreement.  Like...meh...

And ya know what else their dad said?  It's just part of the game.  But the girl?  Hey...he says...if she's gonna play hockey....

Gee that sounds like a hoot.

You know, I was a very athletic kid...if there was a sport, I played it...and I'm pretty sure that body checking and tripping my teamates went against typical code of conduct. 

So I'm thinking it's a boy thing.

Like how boogers and farts are hilarious.

Let's beat the crap out of each other...yay!!!

sigh.....

Okay...so I'm a girl. 

Maybe there's just some things I'll never get!

I'm actually good with that.

Just a quick note

I know, I know...you are all relatively sure that it's not possible for me to keep it short and sweet...but I'm tired.  And yes, even tired, I have something to say...

Tonight I realized I'm entering that phase in my life where I get to parent my children and my parents.

Hurray for me.

I'm thinking about grounding my mother from driving at night.  Seriously.  She was driving ahead of me, with The Short One, and I had the rest of my family in my car on the way to the boys' Christmas concert tonight.  (That'll be tomorrow's blog btw)...

I watched her make the widest ever right hand turn...which I figured must have been distraction..you know, the girls were talkin...whatevs...

But then I watched her make a left turn onto a more major street (country style highway), and STAY in the left lane, narrowly avoiding a head on collision with an oncoming vehicle.  I had a sneaking suspicion that if The Short One weren't beside her, she would have hit that car, or someone would have ended up in the ditch...gawd!

When we had a moment and I told her that I saw this, she shrugged it off.. saying she wasn't familiar with the area...

Familiar?  WTF....so what...she drives in an "unfamiliar" or new place and she forgets what roads and corners look like?  The big bold yellow line that should have been on the left side of your car didn't tip you off?  Come on mom!!  She was confused, didn't see the ditch or center line, or I dunno what...but none of those reasons work for me...

And PS.. this was NOT a new place ...she may not go to Waterford every day, but she's been many many times...we lived there 10 friggin years!!!!

So I warned her that if I saw that again she wouldn't be allowed to drive at night again.   Call me crusty but there's no way in hell that I will allow someone I know to risk their's or anyone else's lives...not gonna happen.  I will totally rat her out...

Oh this conversation is not over...

No no no (Petri voice)

I'm going to  bed now...

K .. it was sort of short...

Random Thoughts

Care to venture into the mind of a woman? 

I have so much on my mind today, that I simply could not narrow it down to one topic.  Yeah I know...as if I ever stay completely on topic anyway.  Meh :)

So I'll just do what I do best and give it to you straight...this is what I'm thinking right now at this very moment:

That pizza was good, a little sweet, next time I'm going to use tomatoe sauce, still hungry though..hmpft....

..there's that studmuffin wannabe S, must get to those submittals right after lunch...

hey Barrie has not texted me back about drinks tonight

...oh I like this song..reminds me of first X and being soooo young "Free Fallin...."  (that's my inner singing voice)

...going to leave The Tall One another message, rotten teenager

....Christmas...gifts...check, check, check...everyone is done...feels like I'm forgetting something

......."I can feel the ocean breeze" (inner singing voice again) worried Dad may not like any changes but have to make changes to make it worth while...doing anyway.....

....need to get that RFQ going first...no, no...submittals first (see...we change our minds in our own minds)

...can't believe left gloves in car, its soooo friggin cold today...not as bad as my sista's family...my gawd -26 is not human

....what was the name of that end of the world movie where there was major cold flash and they locked themselves in library and burned books to stay alive? 

...haven't been to movie in a long time...meh...who cares...

...there's my cell phone...new text....

...think will text The Small One and suggest dinner at the Keg Christmas Eve while waiting for her BF to finish work...make sure we get sweet discount .. oh yeah...steak....hmmmm

...what's for dinner tonight?  No cookies left...dayammmm....

..going to learn Tori Amos songs found on SingSnap last night

... had nice night with Composer...glad he likes same wine as I do...wow that equipment was waaay kewl .... going to listen to CD again on way home

... feeling the lyrics coming...

...what to do tonight...want to go out!!

...oh tomorrow is Christmas concert...will be nice to see boys...they are so cute...miss them...they are happy...little hands and sweet kisses...

***smile***

Well...you were warned!

The really scary part is that I was typing as fast as I was thinking every thought...all in the space of about 6 mins.

No bloody wonder I drink!

10 more sleeps!

Ahhh...the magic of Christmas....

My older two grew up believing that Poppa flew up to the North Pole to do the annual maintenance on the lights and electronics on Santa's sleigh.  After all, he's an electrician.  As an avid baker, I would join him and help Mrs.Claus in the kitchen.  Everyone pitches in.

Upon our return, we'd be sure to fill the kids in on how Santa is doing, and to pass along his reminder that they must behave. 

At one time, my oldest boy developed a fear of strangers, and so I told him I was actually a good witch and that I cast a spell over the house that made it perfectly safe.  So now with the extra responsibility of being a witch,  I'd go make sure the reindeers' magic was as powerful as it needed to be to fly around the world.  We wouldn't want them to not make it to some poor child's house because the magic ran out.

An added bonus...this story doubled well for Halloween, bullies, you name it....  And I'm fairly certain my X fully agreed that I was a witch.  Support from both parents is important.

To continue....the Easter Bunny is a recovering alcoholic that goes on an annual bender...staggering all over houses, spilling chocolate eggs and jelly beans...its sad really.  Santa usually finds him towards the end of the night and takes him back to the North Pole to dry out.

But I digress....

Since the older two seem to have suffered only minimal mental and emotional damage, I have carried on the spinning of magical holiday tales with my two youngest innocents.  There is nothing quite like the look on their little faces when the stories come to life for them.  And you know, the older two are telling those same tales...

Plus it's a really good way of making them behave for 5 minutes.


:)

For those that also enjoy making Christmas real for their children (okay...maybe not in a demented way like me...but real as can be), here's a fantastic link to follow.  Create a personalized message from Santa for your little one:

Message from Santa

Its way kewl!  :)

Don't try to figure it out

I've had 4 kids, which by some standards is nothin..... However, the vast majority, upon hearing that there's a litter of Mini Me's running loose, initially react in shock, followed by horror, quickly covered by disbelief. **shrug** meh...I'm used to it.

Contrary to common belief that the girls are the difficult ones to raise, my only daughter was 'the easy one'..relatively speaking. She was, and remains, loving, maternal, and very level headed (for the most part). Can you sense my smile here??

Now my 3 sons, on the other hand....sigh....

Little Red and The Tall One are cut from the same cloth...fearless with a constant need to be on the move...only Red is the much more aggressive version... . Saminator is the cerebral one, naturally athletic and very big for his age. Not bad qualities at all, don't get me wrong, simply...challenging as a parent. For it it our duty to teach them to use their powers for good instead of evil... love these boys dearly, but the WTF meter is off the charts at times...

The older two are pretty much past all the the weird stuff my young ones are doing now. At least they are better at hiding it...or I'm better at pretending it's not happening... Whatevs..

We spend every weekend at the arena, watching the boy's playing hockey. Every weekend. Here's the typical routine:

Throw hockey equipment in trunk, pound down, slam trunk, kids in seats, buckled in, jump in car, peel off to arena, try not to run over little hockey players in parking lot, find spot, unload car, shuttle boys to change room, repeatedly ask whoever has the stick to keep the stick down, don't hit your brother, don't trip 'the man', settle boys on bench in change room, open hockey bag, try not to pass out from smell of said hockey bag, dress player, pray remembered all odds and ends and that the friggin cheapass velcro pads will stay on, watch player get on ice, gather brother of player and go to booth....deep breath....buy coffee and juice for brother, head upstairs to watch player play.

Are you still with me? Hockey parents are familiar with this routine. Hockey parents are also familiar with trying to get the kids to NOT lick the glass. Yes, you read that right...go ahead, read it again, I'll wait.

There is an area overlooking the ice pads, completely enclosed with benches provided for sitting. Its brilliant really...the fans stay warm while watching the game through the floor to ceiling window, and the players and coaches don't have to listen to the obnoxious parents.

Getting back to licking the glass....

It's like they can't help themselves. There must be a voice that only children can hear "lick the glass"...."lick it, get it all slobbery and rub your hands and face in it...yesssssss" (You have to imagine the Harry Potter spooky dude's voice here)... EVERY KID DOES THIS. Without exception. Even if you can manage to block out exactly how much bacteria and my gawd the virus happily growing and mutating as each child adds their own to the mix... it's just a weird frickin thing to do! What on earth would possess anyone in their right minds to look at a window and wonder what it tastes like? Does it smell good to them? WTF???

Honestly I have come to the conclusion that there's no sense in dwelling on things like this. I will never understand the complex minds of children. Despite the thousands of books written by experts, and the mere fact that we were all kids ourselves once... no one will ever know why kids do some of the things they do. We all know that when asked "why did you do that", the answer will inevitably be "I dunno". And hell...if they dunno, how could anyone else?

Don't try to figure it out... pull out the sanitizing hand gel and wet naps if you are worried... or if you are tired, like me, use your sleeve....wipe the slobber off their hands and cheeks...and move forward.

All the pieces coming together

Maybe its just something you notice as you get older, I dunno... But there certainly is a higher power at work ...the Almighty Hannibal (remember the A Team...he loved it when a plan came together)...there has to be! Let me give you the run down on this latest very cool plan...

I've mentioned the dating sites ...

I also record karaoke on a site called Sing Snap...let me try a link for you:

http://www.singsnap.com/snap/watchandlisten/play/c1c646e1

That's a song I recorded not too long ago... Songbird... enjoy :)

There are tons of fellow karaoke junkies on this site! We all record songs and listen to one another...leaving comments of encouragement. It's done wonders for my confidence level.....the vibration level of my nervous shakes has been reduced significantly when I'm actually on stage...

Getting back to this awesomely orchestrated plan...

On one of the dating sites I met a man who has become a good friend, Composer. He creates music for movies and tv...very cool guy.


So Christmas is coming, and I'm trying to figure out what to get Poppa as a gift. Now Poppa is disabled...so gifts are extremely limited. Extremely... However, there was a time when he played guitar, sang and wrote music. I can remember one song in particular, called "Sea Shells" that he wrote. One night, when I was maybe 11, we were returning from my grandparents place and I had fallen asleep in the car. When I woke up I swore that I heard that song on the radio. My parents laughed, told me I was dreaming...but it was so real...

SO, I thought...hey, wouldn't it be cool if I recorded this song for him as a gift? Wouldn't it?

But my guitar playing skills are not what they used to be....

So I asked my friend Composer if he'd help with the music :) We get together on Tuesday to work on the music for Poppa's song... Then I simply need to go to one of the gazillion recording studios around my house, music in hand, and record the song. Awesome huh?

This morning one of my Sing Snap friends was chatting with me. She's already played one of my karaoke songs on her internet radio show and she wanted me to do a Christmas song for her Christmas show. And she's moving to another station as a DJ... she wants to know if I have a CD because she would like to promote me.

Getting the picture here?

How cool is that????

Frickin humbling when you think about it....

All I know is that when a door opens, you walk through...and trust.

Oh...side note...

The song Sea Shells is about leaving Nova Scotia to come to Hamilton (for work and better life) and missing 'home'.

The SingSnap friend is from Nova Scotia.

Am I the only one with goosebumps here?????

Cloud Nine :)

I've been signed up to all those damned dating sites, looking to meet Mr. Right, Mr. Perfect-for-me. I have to say, it works for meeting people...

I've met a few blokes that I chose not to meet again. I've met a couple who have become great friends. I've decided NOT to meet with a great number of men that think women are sex toys...the end... and a surprising number of married men that are looking for a little piece on the side with promises of 'taking care of me'. For frig's sake.

But I keep trying. sigh....

A couple of months ago, I changed my profile for the gazillionth time, in attempts to ward off the undesirables... Its pretty bare bones. Here's me *pic*, here's me singing *link* which I do a lot of ... (that's the warning) and I'm sick of the bullshit, so if you want to say hi, just say hi dammit! Okay...so its not quite written like that, but very close....

And the men its attracted are much better. No nonsense guys that are just looking to meet someone and take a chance it might go somewhere. Guys with a sense of humour, who really know how to have fun. The rare guys, that aren't just looking for a piece of ass.

About bloody time!

Anyways....

I've been messaging this man for a week... He is so funny, and he appears to have my same silly sense of humour (which in my opinion is a good thing!!!) And he's NICE! Wow... He works..he doesn't live across the planet... Like oh m'gawd dude!!! :)

So we talk on the phone... Nice voice :)

I even drunk dialed him after that TML game...he saw the humour when I apologized the next morning. That's kewl like crazy.

And last night, we met.

Be still my heart....

Its such a rare occasion when I am actually attracted to a man...but this one is damned good looking, sweet, smart, interesting...

I'm actually, for the first time in a very very long time, looking forward to finding out where this goes.

***sigh***

Peanut Butter and Banana

I am cranky.

I'm not sure when it happened or what exactly sent me all the way over the edge and into the abitchybyss...but I'm here.

It may have started with the drive to work, which sucked ass. First bit of winter we've had so far, and honestly I have no business complaining...I've driven in worse. We've got sleet and wind, rain and snow...leaving slushy, icy, messy roads, poor visibility and extra cautious drivers. So I'm not sure that is the sole reason for my burning desire to choke someone...but it took me longer to actually arrive at trailer city, so I'm thinking that may have contributed.

When I sat down at my little piece of heaven here, I got to read BIL's blog...so he remains innocent.

There was lots of tea...that wasn't it.

However, things that normally wouldn't irritate me are REALLY bugging the shit out of me today. And things that do normally irritate me have me fighting a complete meltdown. And there are 2 people not returning my calls...wtf!!!

Hmpft...

And its not like I can go outside and take a deep breath...its only a miserable reminder that my drive home will also suck ass.

sigh

So its peanut butter and banana sandwich. Comfort food... Almost as good as those tiny little happy pills... Almost as good as a wodka.

And a vent....

I feel better :)

Weight Loss? Bring it on!!

Thank gawd BIL finally took my subtle hints and got around to blogging this morning...I feel much better!

Yesterday, we put up the tree :) Played a little Christmas music... XX took pictures (yeah...just leave me be we are getting along and its cool)..and the boys and I hung decorations. I love how Red would hang in the same area... Saminator was careful to cover all the empty spots on the tree and we'd casually relocate Red's contributions from his cluster on the lower part of the tree .. the part closest to where I was handing out the decorations. After all, whoever hangs the fastest hangs the most. That did not sound right...but you catch my drift :)

So today, after having read my morning blog **grin**, I'm ready for more Christmassy stuff! I have a cupboard full of baking supplies, and Work Sista and I have a date with the oven tomorrow night. Men At Work are enjoying this..and all the talk about fudge, candycane bark and rice krispie squares is making me hungry!

Which brings me to my weight loss plan:

Bake lots of goodies to bring in to work and fatten everyone else up. That way I feel slimmer. It works for me! And this month...I feel a lot of baking coming on...I'm going to look fantastic!!!!

Meh....why not?

About 3 months ago, I started reading my BIL's daily (almost...damn you) blogs.

It soon became part of my routine, which incidently goes something like this:

alarm...snooze...alarm....snooze...alarm...k one more snooze.... Start coffee, shower, dress, pour coffee, fix face, pray to hair god, fix hair...sort of ... drink coffee as fixing (multi task, hurrah)... grab keys, purse...down elevator which has too many mirrors..curse hair.... down to car...drive in circles up up up...fumble for button on garage remote (much like pin tail on donkey)...drive like crazy woman (caught on quick learning to survive in Toronto) to work...turn on computer, CHECK BIL BLOG.

See? Can't start work without it!

I'm addicted to the read...and being someone that likes to talk, I thought...meh...why not? So here I am :) I have stuff to say! This is like Twitter...only better!!! Way kewl dood!!!

Yesterday was Red's birthday, today is Poppa's birthday and tomorrow is Sonwun's birthday. Sonwun, (did I spell that right?) is my nephew...son of BIL.... I'm always amazed that SistaNeomom and I were pregnant at the same time. The universe knew what it was doing when it put us in different provinces for this, I am certain!

But I digress....

Last night we had Red's birthday party at Boston Pizza. The Short One, my only daughter works there. This entitles us to special treatment, something I'm fond of. The Short One was the only one that remembered a camera, and while waiting for dinner, said camera came out. This was immediately confiscated by the Saminator, who fancies himself a photographer. First came the silly face photo shoot of his brother...followed by a particularly artistic series of pics of his own butt. As a mother of 4, this does not concern me. Most things don't anymore...I'm too friggin tired! At some point, Red was on my head, and I think this is when I begged assistance and we managed to settle the boys down, hiding the camera for the time being.

Eventually food came. Both Poppa and Grandma were not happy with their meals...the rest of us were all right with it...after all, its just Boston Pizza dood! The cake was brought out accompanied by very loud song performed by staff, led by The Short One, for all to hear. Red was proud!!! It was a good party :)

And tonight, is Poppa's party. We are late. Which means, that I'm not proofing this, I'm just posting it. But that's pretty much what you will always get from me..after all, wouldn't be mine if it didn't contain a dent or two :)