I am so bored that I can hardly stand to be around myself. I have all kinds of thing to do. In fact, it looks like a paper bomb went off in my office. Note to self...organize this place next week. I always find Fridays to be a struggle but today is even worse than usual. Nothing makes for a long day like anticipation. I'm anticipating the long weekend, I'm going for mojitos and pedicures with the girls right after work, and I don't have my usual chit chat superstar BFF today. I'm going though serious withdrawal...enjoy your freakin' vacation day.
Today is JJ's last day in the R's daycare class. She moved to this class just for the summer and it has been great. I know we will also love the new teacher she will have on Tuesday. But I have say that I'm bummed she won't have R all year. I just all around like R as a person and I adore the way she interacts with the children. She had some very sweet things to say about JJ this morning and I know that JJ feels the same way about her. But c'est la vie and we are on to knew adventures. That is what life is all about.
Okay so I really have nothing to say. I'm just filling time because it's only 1:21. I will now go find someone to entertain me. My poor co-workers.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I Hold the Secrets to Weight Loss
Yes, it's true. I know how to lose weight. I do plan to share my secrets with you in the paragraphs to come but only because I love you all so much. Granted, I love some more than others ;) Really, I should be charging mountains of money for these secrets because weight loss is a hopping and profitable industry. Having entered into the Biggest Loser weight loss contest, I have this all down to a science. So get a pen and paper, sit back, and take some notes.
1- This first point is by far the most important because many of my other weight loss tips branch off of this one. You need to go out and get yourself some sort of undiagnosed stomach problem that cause immense amounts of pain. I find this helps to curb my appetite. It's free and far more effective than anything you'll find in pill form. It also makest whole self-control thing a non issue.
2- If by chance your stomach does not hurt for a certain amount of time than take the bull by the horns. Eat things that you know will make your stomach hurt. Common sense be damned! Eat that broccoli and you'll be back in business. See #1.
3- Buy some cute new sneakers. Hey, you at least have to LOOK the part, right?
4- At weigh in, strip down to your undies in the store washroom. I take my weigh-ins SO seriously, that I've been known to take off my sunglasses and watch as well. Unfortunately, I am not disciplined enough to shave my head. Sadly, I think my hair adds 5 lbs. I will give myself a stern talking to and maybe next week I'll take the plunge. Shame on me for a lack commitment.
5 - Make sure you pee before you step on that scale. I weighed-in over the lunch hour today and found out just how important this step can be. I was dismayed when I stepped on the scale and realized I only lost 0.5 lbs. But I didn't lose hope. I peed and lost an additional 1.5 lbs for a grand total of 2 lbs down today.
I was so proud of myself that I stopped for fast-food at Harvey's. Because you should always reward weight loss by indulging in fast food.
6- This last one, I will warn you, is yet untested. Don't tell the other competitors because I'm saving it for the last week of the competition. I'm calling it "Going Out with a Bang on Coffee and Bacon". I'm going to consume nothing but coffee and bacon for the last week of the contest. Sounds totally doable and healthy, right? I thought so too! I love coffee and I love bacon. The bacon will satisfy my appetite and the coffee will hype me up to help me keep active to burn on the bacon. Plus the bacon should take me back to #1. Genius, I know!
So what do you think? Should I market this? Will I be rich? RICH??
1- This first point is by far the most important because many of my other weight loss tips branch off of this one. You need to go out and get yourself some sort of undiagnosed stomach problem that cause immense amounts of pain. I find this helps to curb my appetite. It's free and far more effective than anything you'll find in pill form. It also makest whole self-control thing a non issue.
2- If by chance your stomach does not hurt for a certain amount of time than take the bull by the horns. Eat things that you know will make your stomach hurt. Common sense be damned! Eat that broccoli and you'll be back in business. See #1.
3- Buy some cute new sneakers. Hey, you at least have to LOOK the part, right?
4- At weigh in, strip down to your undies in the store washroom. I take my weigh-ins SO seriously, that I've been known to take off my sunglasses and watch as well. Unfortunately, I am not disciplined enough to shave my head. Sadly, I think my hair adds 5 lbs. I will give myself a stern talking to and maybe next week I'll take the plunge. Shame on me for a lack commitment.
5 - Make sure you pee before you step on that scale. I weighed-in over the lunch hour today and found out just how important this step can be. I was dismayed when I stepped on the scale and realized I only lost 0.5 lbs. But I didn't lose hope. I peed and lost an additional 1.5 lbs for a grand total of 2 lbs down today.
I was so proud of myself that I stopped for fast-food at Harvey's. Because you should always reward weight loss by indulging in fast food.
6- This last one, I will warn you, is yet untested. Don't tell the other competitors because I'm saving it for the last week of the competition. I'm calling it "Going Out with a Bang on Coffee and Bacon". I'm going to consume nothing but coffee and bacon for the last week of the contest. Sounds totally doable and healthy, right? I thought so too! I love coffee and I love bacon. The bacon will satisfy my appetite and the coffee will hype me up to help me keep active to burn on the bacon. Plus the bacon should take me back to #1. Genius, I know!
So what do you think? Should I market this? Will I be rich? RICH??
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Anyone Out There?
It sure is quiet and lonely here in blogland. Where is everyone? I used to have a bunch of blogs to read every day but not so much anymore. It's really quiet here. In fact, I hear an echo each time I hit a key on the keyboard. Did you hear it? I guess everyone is on Facebook, which leads me to a topic I would like to discuss.
I'm going to steal the template Sunny's hubby uses for a few minutes and tell you all why I hate Facebook. I know some of you have heard it before but too bad. Go read another blog...oh wait nobody updates them anymore. Looks like you're stuck with me. ;)
Facebook...I do hate Facebook. Yes, I'm on it all the time but I think it's a pain in the behind. I am so nosey that I can't stay away. I can't handle thinking that I might not be up all and the goings on in my social circle. It's also good for little "email-less" conversation :) But this is about hating Facebook so I can't say thing more good about it.
Let me list the reasons I hate Facebook:
* it is an addiction - Crackbook...enough said
* it is too time consuming. It takes forever to look at everything. I already read blogs and email...isn't that enough?!?
* pity friends - people added as friends just because you don't have the guts to hit "reject". I have the guts.
* ghost friends (made up the term myself) - these are the people who send you a friend request and then never even send a message saying "Hi!" Seriously, if you're going to ask to be my friend then it's on you to say hello. Otherwise, what is the point? I know you don't all agree with this but whatever say hi.
I guess those are all the reasons I hate Facebook. It's not a very comprehensive list but it's mine. Well, I gotta go...it's been 3 WHOLE minutes since I last checked Facebook. I can't stay away for too long because someone might want to add me as a friend. I HAVE to be there to hit "Reject" simply because I have the guts.
I'm going to steal the template Sunny's hubby uses for a few minutes and tell you all why I hate Facebook. I know some of you have heard it before but too bad. Go read another blog...oh wait nobody updates them anymore. Looks like you're stuck with me. ;)
Facebook...I do hate Facebook. Yes, I'm on it all the time but I think it's a pain in the behind. I am so nosey that I can't stay away. I can't handle thinking that I might not be up all and the goings on in my social circle. It's also good for little "email-less" conversation :) But this is about hating Facebook so I can't say thing more good about it.
Let me list the reasons I hate Facebook:
* it is an addiction - Crackbook...enough said
* it is too time consuming. It takes forever to look at everything. I already read blogs and email...isn't that enough?!?
* pity friends - people added as friends just because you don't have the guts to hit "reject". I have the guts.
* ghost friends (made up the term myself) - these are the people who send you a friend request and then never even send a message saying "Hi!" Seriously, if you're going to ask to be my friend then it's on you to say hello. Otherwise, what is the point? I know you don't all agree with this but whatever say hi.
I guess those are all the reasons I hate Facebook. It's not a very comprehensive list but it's mine. Well, I gotta go...it's been 3 WHOLE minutes since I last checked Facebook. I can't stay away for too long because someone might want to add me as a friend. I HAVE to be there to hit "Reject" simply because I have the guts.
Monday, August 27, 2007
The Glove is in Da House!
JJ earned herself a new moniker this weekend. We are now calling her The Glove. She had her year-end soccer jamboree this weekend and she was on fire. Actually, it was really hot out and we we're all on fire but that's another story. Seriously, the child was great in both her games. She got a goal in the first game and played pretty much the whole game. At her age, it's a success if we've kept them on the field.
In the second game, she decided to play the goalie position. She was incredible. She did not let a goal in the net. They took at least 10-15 shots on her and she saved them all! I was so proud of her and she was so cute. She would be standing there picking flowers or playing with bugs and we'd yell "Here they come, JJ!" She would crouch down and bounce back and forth from foot to foot. At least once I found myself saying out loud "She is so cute!" Now, do you think David Beckham's mother watches his games and says that?! But she was, she really, really was.
Anyway, the Mister has been calling her The Glove ever since. That was soccer for this year. Dance registration is in a few weeks and she will be in her glory to be back at dance.
A few updates - I'm still having computer problems at work. It is very frustrating and I asked my boss if I could go home "insane" today. He was surprisingly receptive and even said he would make a special box for it on the leave form. But I stayed. I told him I may be an alcoholic before all is said and done but you know, you win some you lose some.
Speaking of drinking, (nice lead in, huh?) I'm still loving mojitos. That's really all I have to say about that.
Oh and one more thing...I have 200 X-mas cards made. Suckas!!!!
In the second game, she decided to play the goalie position. She was incredible. She did not let a goal in the net. They took at least 10-15 shots on her and she saved them all! I was so proud of her and she was so cute. She would be standing there picking flowers or playing with bugs and we'd yell "Here they come, JJ!" She would crouch down and bounce back and forth from foot to foot. At least once I found myself saying out loud "She is so cute!" Now, do you think David Beckham's mother watches his games and says that?! But she was, she really, really was.
Anyway, the Mister has been calling her The Glove ever since. That was soccer for this year. Dance registration is in a few weeks and she will be in her glory to be back at dance.
A few updates - I'm still having computer problems at work. It is very frustrating and I asked my boss if I could go home "insane" today. He was surprisingly receptive and even said he would make a special box for it on the leave form. But I stayed. I told him I may be an alcoholic before all is said and done but you know, you win some you lose some.
Speaking of drinking, (nice lead in, huh?) I'm still loving mojitos. That's really all I have to say about that.
Oh and one more thing...I have 200 X-mas cards made. Suckas!!!!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Gotta Take My Own Advice
I must learn to take my own advice today before I have a stroke. My day started out just fine until I pulled into the parking lot at work. I have a reserved spot behind our building because I'm in out of the office a lot visiting clients.
I have the f'ing parking spot from hell. I know I should be thankful, especially in January, that I have a spot so close to the building. Well, what the hell is the good of it if I can't get in it?!?!?! Tell me that!! All too often, the blue mail van makes it nearly impossible for me to get into my spot, or another employee parks in my spot, or a member of the public takes it. Are they blind or just to dumb to read the large sign with red print that says RESERVED?!?!
This morning took the cake. This asshole, who works in the building, was standing in the middle of the parking lot smoking. I couldn't get in my spot because of where he was standing. That fucker looked at me and turned and kept smoking. He didn't budge an inch! My anger bubbled up like you wouldn't believe. I was absolutely livid. Luckily, my windows were closed because I called him every curse word I could think of and then I made up some very creative new ones. Bastard.
I'm also having computer problems today. They've been going on since yesterday and it's really making it difficult for me to work. I keep having this same issue and to fix it, they have to re-image my computer. I don't even know what re-imaging means. For the sake of my sanity and your own safety...DO NOT even start to explain. It would cause my head to spin and then I would melt into a puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, each time this happens I loose 1.5 days of work and then I have to fix everything to my liking on my PC again. Fixing everything is not a big deal but today other little issues are cropping up. They are super frustrating and annoying and will cause me to have a stroke very soon. So, here is sit waiting for IT to come and fix it again. It's good thing they are a nice bunch of people because today I'm a woman on the edge. GRRRRRRR! And that was not a sexy little kitty growl. That was a damn nasty bear growl - just so were clear.
I have the f'ing parking spot from hell. I know I should be thankful, especially in January, that I have a spot so close to the building. Well, what the hell is the good of it if I can't get in it?!?!?! Tell me that!! All too often, the blue mail van makes it nearly impossible for me to get into my spot, or another employee parks in my spot, or a member of the public takes it. Are they blind or just to dumb to read the large sign with red print that says RESERVED?!?!
This morning took the cake. This asshole, who works in the building, was standing in the middle of the parking lot smoking. I couldn't get in my spot because of where he was standing. That fucker looked at me and turned and kept smoking. He didn't budge an inch! My anger bubbled up like you wouldn't believe. I was absolutely livid. Luckily, my windows were closed because I called him every curse word I could think of and then I made up some very creative new ones. Bastard.
I'm also having computer problems today. They've been going on since yesterday and it's really making it difficult for me to work. I keep having this same issue and to fix it, they have to re-image my computer. I don't even know what re-imaging means. For the sake of my sanity and your own safety...DO NOT even start to explain. It would cause my head to spin and then I would melt into a puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, each time this happens I loose 1.5 days of work and then I have to fix everything to my liking on my PC again. Fixing everything is not a big deal but today other little issues are cropping up. They are super frustrating and annoying and will cause me to have a stroke very soon. So, here is sit waiting for IT to come and fix it again. It's good thing they are a nice bunch of people because today I'm a woman on the edge. GRRRRRRR! And that was not a sexy little kitty growl. That was a damn nasty bear growl - just so were clear.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Totally Addicted
There is a new pusher in town. It turns out that sleepy little Fraser Ave isn't as sleepy as we thought. The new supplier is unsuspecting in her inconspicuous bungalow, running her in-home daycare. She is a tricky one. She invites people over for Cuban food and than BAM! hits you with a mojito to start with. That was the end of life as I knew it and just the beginning of my spiral down into addiction.
Jay had us make mojitos last night as part of our monthly Epicure together. We were like Pete Doherty loose in a crack lab. Everyone loved the mojitos. The are delicious, refreshing, and delicious. I wanted one for breakfast this morning. Lucky for me we didn't have the fixings. I also wanted one for lunch and supper. And....I had one for supper. I only had enough rum to make one and that is a good thing. I would have spent the evening eating pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and drinking mojitos. I guarantee that my Friday evening this week will consist of a few mojitos. It's going to be good.
I'm thinking that I might convert the water line to the kitchen sink into a mojito line. That way I can just turn on the tap and fill my glass. I mean who really needs water in the kitchen anyway? We have it in the bathrooms and the garden hoses...any more than that would be overkill. Don't you think?
Jay had us make mojitos last night as part of our monthly Epicure together. We were like Pete Doherty loose in a crack lab. Everyone loved the mojitos. The are delicious, refreshing, and delicious. I wanted one for breakfast this morning. Lucky for me we didn't have the fixings. I also wanted one for lunch and supper. And....I had one for supper. I only had enough rum to make one and that is a good thing. I would have spent the evening eating pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and drinking mojitos. I guarantee that my Friday evening this week will consist of a few mojitos. It's going to be good.
I'm thinking that I might convert the water line to the kitchen sink into a mojito line. That way I can just turn on the tap and fill my glass. I mean who really needs water in the kitchen anyway? We have it in the bathrooms and the garden hoses...any more than that would be overkill. Don't you think?
Monday, August 20, 2007
It's Only Noon?!?!
The Princess family is back at work today after a week of vacation. I must admit that I was kind of looking forward to coming back to work. I love being home with JJ but I need a different sort of intellectual stimulation after awhile.
It has certainly been an interesting morning. So far I've had an indepth conversation with a co-worker about an serious incident that took place while a few weeks back, I've spoken with 2 different policing agencies, and as a result of one of my conversations with the police, gave myself a very good scare. I was shaking like a leaf after that conversation and my co-worker, gotta love him, even made me leave for coffee to get my mind off things.
My first day back started off with a bang - at least it's not dull. Let me leave you with a wise quote from my almost 4 year old big girl "Momma, did you know that each snowflake is different? Just like samosas." - JJ, August 18, 2007
It has certainly been an interesting morning. So far I've had an indepth conversation with a co-worker about an serious incident that took place while a few weeks back, I've spoken with 2 different policing agencies, and as a result of one of my conversations with the police, gave myself a very good scare. I was shaking like a leaf after that conversation and my co-worker, gotta love him, even made me leave for coffee to get my mind off things.
My first day back started off with a bang - at least it's not dull. Let me leave you with a wise quote from my almost 4 year old big girl "Momma, did you know that each snowflake is different? Just like samosas." - JJ, August 18, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Meet the Wiggles
We've had digital cable for awhile but only recently ordered the Treehouse channel. JJ loves it! In fact, she refuses to watch any other channel. The child turns into a zombie in front of the TV. She doesn't even ask to watch cartoons or TV anymore, she asks to watch Treehouse. She also walks around the house singing the tree house jingle. It cracks me up.
We are watching TV as I write this and I've just had my first introduction to The Wiggles. I've heard of them before but I've never watched the show until now. Does anyone else think those guys are just plain weird?!?! They are a bit too smiley for me. In fact, if I was in the same room as them, I'm pretty sure I would try to make them cry...just to see if I could. Apparently, grown men dressed in bright shirts, smiling too much, and enjoying their singing and dancing way to much brings out the worst in me.
So today is the day I met The Wiggles. Oh, and what's with the name? The Wiggles?? Evs. Have I mentioned I love the Backyardigans? Now that is a good show.
We are watching TV as I write this and I've just had my first introduction to The Wiggles. I've heard of them before but I've never watched the show until now. Does anyone else think those guys are just plain weird?!?! They are a bit too smiley for me. In fact, if I was in the same room as them, I'm pretty sure I would try to make them cry...just to see if I could. Apparently, grown men dressed in bright shirts, smiling too much, and enjoying their singing and dancing way to much brings out the worst in me.
So today is the day I met The Wiggles. Oh, and what's with the name? The Wiggles?? Evs. Have I mentioned I love the Backyardigans? Now that is a good show.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturdays are Awesome!
Often on Saturday mornings Jillie and I will get up and go do some shopping. We haven't done it lately because we'd rather spend time outside than in a store in the summer. I had to pick up a few things yesterday so we girls decided to go shopping.
We only went to a few places - Staples to get some photocopies made, the dollar store for some pins, and then to Scoop and Save for some bachelorette party stuff. I did a pole party last night for a bachelorette and I wanted to get an appropriately theme treat for the bride to be.
We quickly found the proper aisle at Scoop and Save and I didn't even have a chance to look at anything when I hear SPLAT!!!!! It was the unmistakable sound of puke hitting the floor. Without any warning, my little Princess tossed her cookies all over the floor. She was devastated. Me? I just took it in stride. I felt so bad for Jillie. There was an employee close by but he was helping another customer. I said "Excuse me!" multiple times but he ignored me. Finally I said, "My daughter just threw up on your floor." That got his attention. I apologized profusely and he was very nice about it.
I stood there and waited while he got a bucket or a sign or something. In the mean time, another employee came along with a paper towel. I was laughing on the inside at her measly paper towel and she must have know. She was a nasty bitch (sorry but that is the ONLY description that fits). I apologized to her and she said "We can handle this/" I said "Well I stayed because because I didn't want anyone to walk in this. I'm really sorry, I had no idea she wasn't feeling well." The nasty woman says "You can just go now." Umm...okay and up yours.
I mean really, does she really think I got up yesterday morning and thought "Maybe I'll take my child and let her puke in a store today."
Oh well, I was apologetic to the employees, and I didn't my best to make Jillie feel better but I had a chuckle about it as I was driving home. Kim, I can imagine you having a the same little giggle as me on the way home.
We only went to a few places - Staples to get some photocopies made, the dollar store for some pins, and then to Scoop and Save for some bachelorette party stuff. I did a pole party last night for a bachelorette and I wanted to get an appropriately theme treat for the bride to be.
We quickly found the proper aisle at Scoop and Save and I didn't even have a chance to look at anything when I hear SPLAT!!!!! It was the unmistakable sound of puke hitting the floor. Without any warning, my little Princess tossed her cookies all over the floor. She was devastated. Me? I just took it in stride. I felt so bad for Jillie. There was an employee close by but he was helping another customer. I said "Excuse me!" multiple times but he ignored me. Finally I said, "My daughter just threw up on your floor." That got his attention. I apologized profusely and he was very nice about it.
I stood there and waited while he got a bucket or a sign or something. In the mean time, another employee came along with a paper towel. I was laughing on the inside at her measly paper towel and she must have know. She was a nasty bitch (sorry but that is the ONLY description that fits). I apologized to her and she said "We can handle this/" I said "Well I stayed because because I didn't want anyone to walk in this. I'm really sorry, I had no idea she wasn't feeling well." The nasty woman says "You can just go now." Umm...okay and up yours.
I mean really, does she really think I got up yesterday morning and thought "Maybe I'll take my child and let her puke in a store today."
Oh well, I was apologetic to the employees, and I didn't my best to make Jillie feel better but I had a chuckle about it as I was driving home. Kim, I can imagine you having a the same little giggle as me on the way home.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Suggestions Please
I've mentioned my hair woes in the past. I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. Some days I love it but most days I struggle just to keep it from looking like a used up SOS pad. I could never bring myself to cut it off. Neeevvvaaaahh! But I also hate spending time on it.
For the past few years, I've been getting my hair done at Avalon Spa. I started going there when I was pregant with Littlest Princess and I was getting highlights to cover my grey hair because colouring your hair is a no-no while preggers. Once she was born I started colouring the grey and getting a few foils too. I eventually stopped with the foils because my hair was getting too light. Fast forward to the present time - I get a colour and a cut but I have so much freaking hair that it costs me $100 every 6-8 weeks for my hair. I can't go longer than that because I have a lot of grey. Before you say "I can't see any!" Let me remind you - that is the point of having it coloured. At this point, I would say I'm at least 30% grey. Eeewwww!
I've been wanting to try something different with my hair but I haven't because of the cost. Regardless of what I do differently, I still have to cut it and colour it. So anything else is in addition to the $100 I already pay. Mr. Princess would drop to the floor and have a seizure right in front of me. I swear it's true...drooling and the whole nine yards.
I have an appt at Avalon next week and I've decided it will be my last. I've kept going because of the service but even that has gone down hill. I do not like waiting 30 minutes past my appt time when I'm paying that much money, dammit. Not to mention that you are looking at 4-6 weeks to get an evening appt with the girl who does my hair.
So, does anyone have any suggestions for a new, less expensive stylist? I would like to a trim, a colour and I want a few red (like brick red) streaks in my hair. It may look great or it may look like a halloween stunt gone bad. We'll just have to wait and see. Send me your stylist recommendations. GO!
For the past few years, I've been getting my hair done at Avalon Spa. I started going there when I was pregant with Littlest Princess and I was getting highlights to cover my grey hair because colouring your hair is a no-no while preggers. Once she was born I started colouring the grey and getting a few foils too. I eventually stopped with the foils because my hair was getting too light. Fast forward to the present time - I get a colour and a cut but I have so much freaking hair that it costs me $100 every 6-8 weeks for my hair. I can't go longer than that because I have a lot of grey. Before you say "I can't see any!" Let me remind you - that is the point of having it coloured. At this point, I would say I'm at least 30% grey. Eeewwww!
I've been wanting to try something different with my hair but I haven't because of the cost. Regardless of what I do differently, I still have to cut it and colour it. So anything else is in addition to the $100 I already pay. Mr. Princess would drop to the floor and have a seizure right in front of me. I swear it's true...drooling and the whole nine yards.
I have an appt at Avalon next week and I've decided it will be my last. I've kept going because of the service but even that has gone down hill. I do not like waiting 30 minutes past my appt time when I'm paying that much money, dammit. Not to mention that you are looking at 4-6 weeks to get an evening appt with the girl who does my hair.
So, does anyone have any suggestions for a new, less expensive stylist? I would like to a trim, a colour and I want a few red (like brick red) streaks in my hair. It may look great or it may look like a halloween stunt gone bad. We'll just have to wait and see. Send me your stylist recommendations. GO!
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Here We Go Again
This weekend started off pretty good. I did a pole party Friday night that was alot of fun. Yesterday was Lauren's birthday party and that was fun too. This morning we went to Oromocto to see Eric's mom then stopped at the Country Pumpkin. Jillian had a great time feeding the horses and then just about jumped out of her skin when we saw Madie, Shelley, Grampy Dave, and Angie there. The little girls were cute. I saw them first and said "Hey Jillie, look who's here..." She yelled "Madie!" then, of course, Madie saw Jillie and then they ran into each other's arms. It was complete Kodak moment.
We came home and had plans to just hang out in the backyard until supper at my parent's house. Well, that just wasn't meant to be. My dad called around 12:45 and said that my mom is in the hospital. For those who don't know, my mom had a heart attack around this time 2 years ago. She has been off work for the last month because she has been having chest pain again. My dad arrived home from golf this morning to find my mom an odd shade of grey, using her nitro and having chest pain.
She is currently in the Cardiac Care Unit at the DECH. She doesn't look or sound very good but she still has her sense of humour. Jenn and I were sitting there and someone in another room kept making these horrid sounds with their throat. It sounded like they were trying to cough up a hairball. I laugh at the WORST time...always when I'm worried or uncomfortable. Well, by the time we left the Hairball Hacker had me in stitches. Even my mom was laughing.
My mom is at the hospital overnight. The last time she had a heart attack, the enzymes (whatever that means) did show up in her blood work until the middle of the night. So who knows what will happen tonight. I'm guessing she'll be there until at least Wednesday. I say that because it's a long weekend so I doubt they'll be doing much until Tuesday.
So that is our weekend in a nutshell. I'm sure it will all work out but we will worry just the same.
We came home and had plans to just hang out in the backyard until supper at my parent's house. Well, that just wasn't meant to be. My dad called around 12:45 and said that my mom is in the hospital. For those who don't know, my mom had a heart attack around this time 2 years ago. She has been off work for the last month because she has been having chest pain again. My dad arrived home from golf this morning to find my mom an odd shade of grey, using her nitro and having chest pain.
She is currently in the Cardiac Care Unit at the DECH. She doesn't look or sound very good but she still has her sense of humour. Jenn and I were sitting there and someone in another room kept making these horrid sounds with their throat. It sounded like they were trying to cough up a hairball. I laugh at the WORST time...always when I'm worried or uncomfortable. Well, by the time we left the Hairball Hacker had me in stitches. Even my mom was laughing.
My mom is at the hospital overnight. The last time she had a heart attack, the enzymes (whatever that means) did show up in her blood work until the middle of the night. So who knows what will happen tonight. I'm guessing she'll be there until at least Wednesday. I say that because it's a long weekend so I doubt they'll be doing much until Tuesday.
So that is our weekend in a nutshell. I'm sure it will all work out but we will worry just the same.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Hi...Remember Me?
I haven't been a good blogger lately. For the first little while I just didn't have anything to say. Well, nothing I felt like writing about anyway. That passed but now I've just been crazy, straight out busy since last week. But I will redeem myself this week because I have LOTS to say now ;)
So, I had one of "those" moments yesterday. It certainly wasn't a life defining moment but it will certainly be a milestone moment for me. I was at the Regent Mall on my way to see the movie Hairspray with some friends. The movie is another blog topic to be covered tomorrow.
Anyway, I needed some cash so I headed up to the bank machine. Let me stop here to say that I thought I looked cute yesterday. I was having relatively good hair day (that's tough with my hair and this humidity) and I was wearing a cute white skirt, a brown shirt, my beads that get lots of compliments and, dammit, even my purse matched. On with the story, I approached the ATM machine and 2 guys were just finishing up with the machine. I would guess they were in their early 20's and I certainly wouldn't give them anymore than 25 yrs old. I wasn't sure if they were done so I said "Are you all done with the machine?" One guys looks up and said "Yes we are, Ma'am."
H...o...l...y...S...h...i..t - I was just "Ma'am"ed for the first time in my life. I have officially entered adulthood. Until last night I always referred to myself as a girl. I'm officially a woman. There is no denying it because a BOY just called me Ma'am. I smiled a sweet smile, said thank you and turned to the machine. I had a little giggle, adjusted my support hose, grabbed my cane, and returned to my friends at the food court. Of course, I immediately told my story and, of course, I received no sympathy at all.
In reality, I was really surprised that it happened but not at all offended. It is funny because normally people are rather surprised to find out that I'm 30 years old. Everyone always thinks I'm younger. To be honest, I don't really care about age anyway. I couldn't have cared less that I was turning 30 this year. Yeah, I wanted a party but I wasn't sad or upset about hitting that milestone...I was happy!
You're only as old as you feel. I have big plans for the future. I've recently rediscovered my love of dancing in public. I've always danced around the house but I've once again taken it to the streets. I know I can count on at least the Jenns and Amy to go out dancing with me when we're 60 years old. When I'm not out shaking my groove thing you'll find me at the mall. Just listen to the whispers of the crazy old bird in the food court wearing evening gloves, tons o' jewellery, and a hat fit for the Kentucky Derby. I can't wait, it's going to be fantabulous!
And when they call me Ma'am, I'll give a regal little wave my with my bejewelled, gloved hand.
So, I had one of "those" moments yesterday. It certainly wasn't a life defining moment but it will certainly be a milestone moment for me. I was at the Regent Mall on my way to see the movie Hairspray with some friends. The movie is another blog topic to be covered tomorrow.
Anyway, I needed some cash so I headed up to the bank machine. Let me stop here to say that I thought I looked cute yesterday. I was having relatively good hair day (that's tough with my hair and this humidity) and I was wearing a cute white skirt, a brown shirt, my beads that get lots of compliments and, dammit, even my purse matched. On with the story, I approached the ATM machine and 2 guys were just finishing up with the machine. I would guess they were in their early 20's and I certainly wouldn't give them anymore than 25 yrs old. I wasn't sure if they were done so I said "Are you all done with the machine?" One guys looks up and said "Yes we are, Ma'am."
H...o...l...y...S...h...i..t - I was just "Ma'am"ed for the first time in my life. I have officially entered adulthood. Until last night I always referred to myself as a girl. I'm officially a woman. There is no denying it because a BOY just called me Ma'am. I smiled a sweet smile, said thank you and turned to the machine. I had a little giggle, adjusted my support hose, grabbed my cane, and returned to my friends at the food court. Of course, I immediately told my story and, of course, I received no sympathy at all.
In reality, I was really surprised that it happened but not at all offended. It is funny because normally people are rather surprised to find out that I'm 30 years old. Everyone always thinks I'm younger. To be honest, I don't really care about age anyway. I couldn't have cared less that I was turning 30 this year. Yeah, I wanted a party but I wasn't sad or upset about hitting that milestone...I was happy!
You're only as old as you feel. I have big plans for the future. I've recently rediscovered my love of dancing in public. I've always danced around the house but I've once again taken it to the streets. I know I can count on at least the Jenns and Amy to go out dancing with me when we're 60 years old. When I'm not out shaking my groove thing you'll find me at the mall. Just listen to the whispers of the crazy old bird in the food court wearing evening gloves, tons o' jewellery, and a hat fit for the Kentucky Derby. I can't wait, it's going to be fantabulous!
And when they call me Ma'am, I'll give a regal little wave my with my bejewelled, gloved hand.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
In Business
My pole party business is officially up and running. I had my first two parties on Friday and Saturday night. I had a great time at both and I think everyone else did too. I'll let you in on a little secret. There are 2 among us who don't talk about but are very good pole dancers. Let me give you a little hint 1) Jen* Ma*D*na*d 2) M*lan*e Cl*ar**on. I won't say any else but let me assure you they each have career to fall back on if they need it.
I had no problem doing to parties in a row but I was a bit sore on Sunday. The soreness in my thigh, I'm pretty sure, was from the dancing I did at the club after the pole party on Saturday night. Side note - I'm sure Mel was disgusted with my antics downtown. Upon closer inspection on Sunday, I found numerous bruises. I have 2 on my left inside calf that are blue and actually squishy. I have one the inside of each of my thighs too. The one of the right is particularly gross looking.
Now don't let this turn you off of having a pole party. The average person wouldn't have the injuries. But since I'm the teacher, I have to demo the moves over and over again. I'm absolutely certain that between practicing on Friday afternoon and both parties, I did the fireman pole no less than 50 times. The morale here is to try pole dancing and give it all you have but don't do the fireman pole 50 times in a row. Make sense?
On another note, a friend told me today she is taking some time off work today. I was out of the office and didn't get your last email until late this afternoon. I didn't get to reply but you are in my thoughts and I'll definitely try to pop by. I have your gmail address and I'll email you "stuff" dirt from home tomorrow night.
I had no problem doing to parties in a row but I was a bit sore on Sunday. The soreness in my thigh, I'm pretty sure, was from the dancing I did at the club after the pole party on Saturday night. Side note - I'm sure Mel was disgusted with my antics downtown. Upon closer inspection on Sunday, I found numerous bruises. I have 2 on my left inside calf that are blue and actually squishy. I have one the inside of each of my thighs too. The one of the right is particularly gross looking.
Now don't let this turn you off of having a pole party. The average person wouldn't have the injuries. But since I'm the teacher, I have to demo the moves over and over again. I'm absolutely certain that between practicing on Friday afternoon and both parties, I did the fireman pole no less than 50 times. The morale here is to try pole dancing and give it all you have but don't do the fireman pole 50 times in a row. Make sense?
On another note, a friend told me today she is taking some time off work today. I was out of the office and didn't get your last email until late this afternoon. I didn't get to reply but you are in my thoughts and I'll definitely try to pop by. I have your gmail address and I'll email you "stuff" dirt from home tomorrow night.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Pssst...
I hear Princess is back in town. Yup, we left Shediac last night at 6:30. I'm happy to be home. I can only handle sleeping with my daughter for so long. I have bruises all up and down the right side of my body because she digs her toes into me while she sleeps. Let me tell you, I was very happy to sleep in my own bed last night. I love the child to pieces but I don't like sleeping with her at all.
Last night on the way home, Jillie decides she has to "pee or poop" (that is Jillie-code for I have to poop) on our way though Shefffield. Of course there aren't any rest stops around there for us to stop at. We have no choice but to pull over on the side of the road and let her squat. She thinks this is fabulous! We were almost done her business and all of a sudden we were attacked, and I mean attacked by mosquitos. I swear they appeared out of the blue and covered us. I was busy trying to keep them off of Jillie, especially since she had her shorts around her ankles, and I got eaten alive. They were all in the car and Eric was trying to keep them at bay. I'm sure we looked like lunatics with our arms flailing but they were an evil, evil variety of mosquito. We survived but I'm sure I lost pints of blood in the attack. The buggers managed to get up my shorts and leave me a nice size bite on my butt.
Well, I finally convinced Eric to get Jillian's ears pierced. We were walking through Champlain Place on Tuesday and out of the blue she said "Can I get my ears pierced today?" We went for it before he had a chance to veto the idea. Jillie looks soooo cute and she is so proud. She has been asking to have her ears pierced for a few months now. She sat in that chair to have her ears done and was giddy with excitement. She was not afraid at all and didn't even flinch she the did the piercing. When it was done, she asked for a mirror, hopped off the chair and started modeling for everyone. She is very proud and is great about letting me clean them. She is very excited to show Aunt Jenn her earrings today.
We are on vacation for another week but we're going to be around the city. We might take a few days trips but we'll be around for the most part.
Last night on the way home, Jillie decides she has to "pee or poop" (that is Jillie-code for I have to poop) on our way though Shefffield. Of course there aren't any rest stops around there for us to stop at. We have no choice but to pull over on the side of the road and let her squat. She thinks this is fabulous! We were almost done her business and all of a sudden we were attacked, and I mean attacked by mosquitos. I swear they appeared out of the blue and covered us. I was busy trying to keep them off of Jillie, especially since she had her shorts around her ankles, and I got eaten alive. They were all in the car and Eric was trying to keep them at bay. I'm sure we looked like lunatics with our arms flailing but they were an evil, evil variety of mosquito. We survived but I'm sure I lost pints of blood in the attack. The buggers managed to get up my shorts and leave me a nice size bite on my butt.
Well, I finally convinced Eric to get Jillian's ears pierced. We were walking through Champlain Place on Tuesday and out of the blue she said "Can I get my ears pierced today?" We went for it before he had a chance to veto the idea. Jillie looks soooo cute and she is so proud. She has been asking to have her ears pierced for a few months now. She sat in that chair to have her ears done and was giddy with excitement. She was not afraid at all and didn't even flinch she the did the piercing. When it was done, she asked for a mirror, hopped off the chair and started modeling for everyone. She is very proud and is great about letting me clean them. She is very excited to show Aunt Jenn her earrings today.
We are on vacation for another week but we're going to be around the city. We might take a few days trips but we'll be around for the most part.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Witchy Woman
Well our vacation didn’t exactly start of on a good note. As I’ve mentioned before, Shediac is my happy place. I immediately feel relaxed as soon as we drive into town. Not this year.
I’ve been on pins and needles and feeling anxious since Saturday. I can’t explain it. I’ve been withdrawn, not eating (let me tell you I’m going to kick some serious ass in the biggest loser competition), not wanting to do anything, and my stomach has been in knots. I’m telling you I was not in a good way. In fact, this morning I woke up and thought “Ugh, it’s only Tuesday”. So, I hauled my arse out of bed and called Shelley. I told what was going on. We decided I wasn’t plum crazy but maybe I should talk to my doctor when I get back if I’m still feeling this way.
Mr, JJ, and I got dressed and went into Moncton. On the way to Moncton, my mom called me and told me that my bank card had been compromised over the weekend. Some jackasses had rigged up a box on an ATM machine that I used stole a bunch of bank card numbers. Ironically, I used that bank machine on the way to my ride along with the police the other night. Anyway, I got myself to a bank and got everything straightened out.
Guess what? I feel FINE now!!! Seriously, after I found out about the bank and got it all sorted out my funk lifted! I feel back to normal. I’m happy, I just ate supper, and I’m looking forward to the rest of the week. Hooray! I’m glad that things are back to normal but isn’t that kinda freaky?!?! Your Princess is a freaky witchy woman. Don’t throw tomatoes at me yet because there is another among us who has weird things like this happen. I won’t mention names but she’ll likely leave a comment about it. She’s my sister from another mother.
We’re heading out to see my cousin and her family who are here camping for the week. I can’t wait to see them.
FYI – an internet connection here is spotty at best. I’m not even sure if I’ll get this posted. But in the event that I do, don’t expect to see me on email or facebook.
I’ve been on pins and needles and feeling anxious since Saturday. I can’t explain it. I’ve been withdrawn, not eating (let me tell you I’m going to kick some serious ass in the biggest loser competition), not wanting to do anything, and my stomach has been in knots. I’m telling you I was not in a good way. In fact, this morning I woke up and thought “Ugh, it’s only Tuesday”. So, I hauled my arse out of bed and called Shelley. I told what was going on. We decided I wasn’t plum crazy but maybe I should talk to my doctor when I get back if I’m still feeling this way.
Mr, JJ, and I got dressed and went into Moncton. On the way to Moncton, my mom called me and told me that my bank card had been compromised over the weekend. Some jackasses had rigged up a box on an ATM machine that I used stole a bunch of bank card numbers. Ironically, I used that bank machine on the way to my ride along with the police the other night. Anyway, I got myself to a bank and got everything straightened out.
Guess what? I feel FINE now!!! Seriously, after I found out about the bank and got it all sorted out my funk lifted! I feel back to normal. I’m happy, I just ate supper, and I’m looking forward to the rest of the week. Hooray! I’m glad that things are back to normal but isn’t that kinda freaky?!?! Your Princess is a freaky witchy woman. Don’t throw tomatoes at me yet because there is another among us who has weird things like this happen. I won’t mention names but she’ll likely leave a comment about it. She’s my sister from another mother.
We’re heading out to see my cousin and her family who are here camping for the week. I can’t wait to see them.
FYI – an internet connection here is spotty at best. I’m not even sure if I’ll get this posted. But in the event that I do, don’t expect to see me on email or facebook.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
It's Back!
Yeah, I have my mojo back. My creativity has been stunted for a week but today it is back. I have to say that most of the credit goes to Jenn M. She was in my office this morning looking at the new SU catalog and now I'm back in business. I've spent most of the morning jotting down ideas. I'm even going to take some stamping supplies on vacation to the cottage with me. I'm so gung-ho to get started on some project. I'm just over flowing with ideas. The only problem right now is that I'm stuck at work and can't do anything. Oh well, at least it's back.
As of 4:31 pm tomorrow, I'm on vacation. I have an appointment at Avalon Spa at 5pm to get beautified for the week. That translates into - I'm getting waxed. Before you all grimace in pain, let me say it's just my under arms. I'm not going down that road again. We head to Shediac to the cottage on Sunday morning and won't be back until the following Sunday. We still haven't decided whether or not to take the laptop. I'm voting no.
So the big news of the day is that my creative mojo had returned. Yipee!
As of 4:31 pm tomorrow, I'm on vacation. I have an appointment at Avalon Spa at 5pm to get beautified for the week. That translates into - I'm getting waxed. Before you all grimace in pain, let me say it's just my under arms. I'm not going down that road again. We head to Shediac to the cottage on Sunday morning and won't be back until the following Sunday. We still haven't decided whether or not to take the laptop. I'm voting no.
So the big news of the day is that my creative mojo had returned. Yipee!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Total Block
Well that's weird. I started to write this post this afternoon but ran out of time so I didn't publish, I just closed blogger. I didn't realize it posted the title until someone emailed me and asked if I changed my blog. LOL...the title and lack of post does look like I've blocked the blog.
Anyway, this started as a post about my creative block. For the last few days I can't seem to draw creativity from anywhere. I can't scrapbook, blog, stamp, nothing. It's both frustrating an annoying.
Tonight, I decided to practice my pole dancing for my upcoming parties. Let me tell you that I'm soooo close to vomiting. I have trouble with those spins and for the second time, yes second time, I've made myself sick to my stomach practicing. Seriously, I'm going to vomit if I move. I hope this passes soon. I'm really not sure I'll be able to demo those spins. I can't stop in the middle of a party because I feel like I'm going to puke.
So there you have it. The only block here is my creative block. Maybe it's bad karma for making my blog private. :) Oh, and Hollee, you little tidbit of info does not help. Bah Humbug!
Anyway, this started as a post about my creative block. For the last few days I can't seem to draw creativity from anywhere. I can't scrapbook, blog, stamp, nothing. It's both frustrating an annoying.
Tonight, I decided to practice my pole dancing for my upcoming parties. Let me tell you that I'm soooo close to vomiting. I have trouble with those spins and for the second time, yes second time, I've made myself sick to my stomach practicing. Seriously, I'm going to vomit if I move. I hope this passes soon. I'm really not sure I'll be able to demo those spins. I can't stop in the middle of a party because I feel like I'm going to puke.
So there you have it. The only block here is my creative block. Maybe it's bad karma for making my blog private. :) Oh, and Hollee, you little tidbit of info does not help. Bah Humbug!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Long Weekend
What is it about a long weekend that makes the week leading up to it go by soooooo slllooooowly? OMG, this week has just been a killer. I swear that if I make it to 4:30 today, I will have aged 10 years.
What is everyone doing for Canada Day? I love the Canada Day weekend. My family always has a pool party. JJ isn't even 4 yet, therefore doesn't remember most the Canada Day celebrations she attended, and even she is excited for this. When I told her Canada Day was coming up, she immediately mentioned the party at Grampy's pool. That's my girl.
I love more than just the party though. I'm really very proud to be Canadian. We live in a great country. Our human rights are, in my opinion, second to none. We are a peace keeping country as opposed to international bullies. We have vast open spaces. We still have plenty of pristine wilderness. Canadians, for the most part, are a friendly bunch, eh? Have you ever travelled abroad? Other countries love us. There are just too many things to list.
So this weekend, on Canada Day, stand up and say you are proud to be Canadian. Even if you love shopping in the States, M this means you, you still have to appreciate what being Canadian means. We are Canadian! Now raise your hockey stick and your Keith's - CHEERS!
What is everyone doing for Canada Day? I love the Canada Day weekend. My family always has a pool party. JJ isn't even 4 yet, therefore doesn't remember most the Canada Day celebrations she attended, and even she is excited for this. When I told her Canada Day was coming up, she immediately mentioned the party at Grampy's pool. That's my girl.
I love more than just the party though. I'm really very proud to be Canadian. We live in a great country. Our human rights are, in my opinion, second to none. We are a peace keeping country as opposed to international bullies. We have vast open spaces. We still have plenty of pristine wilderness. Canadians, for the most part, are a friendly bunch, eh? Have you ever travelled abroad? Other countries love us. There are just too many things to list.
So this weekend, on Canada Day, stand up and say you are proud to be Canadian. Even if you love shopping in the States, M this means you, you still have to appreciate what being Canadian means. We are Canadian! Now raise your hockey stick and your Keith's - CHEERS!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Smell of Summer
I was walking on the walking trail by my house Saturday night when all of a sudden I got of whiff of something that stirred up some memories. I looked down and the trail was lined with small wild strawberries. The smell was so familiar and it took me right back to the summers of my childhood.
I remember spending hours picking small wild strawberries on the small hill behind my grandparents house in Stanley. I used to go out there alone or sometimes with my sister and other times with my cousin, Janet. The smell of the strawberries was so distinct and sweet. I can see my sister and I out there on the hill. I can remember picking with my cousin and she would repeatedly tell me to be careful not to step on the strawberries. She was always more careful than me. I'm like a bull in a china shop...not very graceful or careful.
Another memory that came to mind was picking strawberries and blueberries with Jan in Shediac. We would go over to the field behind the drive in and pick berries. Again, I remember being told to be careful of the plants. It's funny because after I noticed the berries on the trail by our house, I brought JJ outside to let her pick strawberries. She thought it was super! But what did I find myself saying to her? "JJ be careful not to step on the plants so we can pick some more tomorrow." Then I promptly knelt down on a bunch of strawberries and stained my pants. Some things never change.
I remember spending hours picking small wild strawberries on the small hill behind my grandparents house in Stanley. I used to go out there alone or sometimes with my sister and other times with my cousin, Janet. The smell of the strawberries was so distinct and sweet. I can see my sister and I out there on the hill. I can remember picking with my cousin and she would repeatedly tell me to be careful not to step on the strawberries. She was always more careful than me. I'm like a bull in a china shop...not very graceful or careful.
Another memory that came to mind was picking strawberries and blueberries with Jan in Shediac. We would go over to the field behind the drive in and pick berries. Again, I remember being told to be careful of the plants. It's funny because after I noticed the berries on the trail by our house, I brought JJ outside to let her pick strawberries. She thought it was super! But what did I find myself saying to her? "JJ be careful not to step on the plants so we can pick some more tomorrow." Then I promptly knelt down on a bunch of strawberries and stained my pants. Some things never change.
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