Guess what? It’s delurker day. And yes, I realize that I have been sorely neglecting this blog as of late. I blame FarmVille my hectic schedule combined with a healthy dose of lethargy. Forgive me? Say so in the comments. In return, I’ll make an attempt to get my head back on straight and start posting again. Because I miss it. Truly.
So, you know how I get when I’m not “in the flow” of writing stuff down? How nothing is good enough to post? Yeah. I’m there now. So, even though I’m fairly certain that the following information is the most useless drivel ever (uh, enjoy!), I’m posting it anyway. If for no other reason than to get my poor, underused brain working again…
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In the car on the way to parent-teacher interviews:
Lily: My teacher doesn’t drive this fast!
Lucky: How do you know?
Lily: She has a goat.
(Duh.)
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Today, when I was walking barefoot across the carpet, each step I took sounded like someone was adjusting and re-adjusting a piece of velcro. Time for another self-pedicure…
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What they do when I’m cooking dinner. Lately, they do this whenever someone comes in the room. They want OUT.
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Next week, I am totally going to a sex toy party with the members of my Bible study group. The hostess? Our book leader. I can’t stop laughing.
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Last night, Lily was drinking water from the bathtub. I thought I heard my husband exclaim, “Don’t do that! You’re drinking dirty bong water!” and I was disturbed that he would speak that way in front of our young children. Then I realized that what he actually said was, “You’re drinking dirty bum water!” It turns out that I was more disturbed by what he actually said. Damn you, mental imagery!
I’m heading out of town for the weekend (sans kiddos and hubby) to go to a memorial for my Grandma. In the meantime, I thought I’d leave you with a couple of videos of our dog bird, Snowy. Playing fetch. Enjoy!
Please to be forgiving the craptacular quality of this post. I’m trying to shake out of a post-progesterone fog of epic proportions…
Logan is turning seven. Seven!
Excuse me while I go sob uncontrollably into one of his baby quilts…
Just talk amongst yourselves…
Sorry about that. I’m back.
So, along with the birthday comes the birthday party.
(You can just call me Captain Obvious. I won’t mind.)
I don’t like planning birthday parties. At all. They stress me right the eff out. It’s ridiculous, I know. But, well, I’ve always been a little “off”, so this type of reaction is actually quite normal for me.
Logan has decided on a Guitar Hero themed party. It’s set for next weekend. So far, I’ve managed to:
1. Make up the invitations (which my dad graciously printed out and laminated for me.) (Thanks, Dad!)
2. Reserve a guitar-shaped cake pan.
So, as you can see, this party is shaping up to be all kinds of awesome.
(I’m too frozen with anxiety to actually plan anything.)
(Although, with Guitar Hero being the theme, I think it stands to reason that playing the Guitar Hero game for awhile might be a good activity…)
(Captain Obvious saves the day again!)
Next week, the party planning begins in earnest! Anyone know a cheap place to buy rockstar-related paraphenalia for cheap? Did I mention cheap? And, preferrably cheap…
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And, in completely unrelated news, ever wonder what a sleep-deprived four year old looks like after waking up at 3:20 in the morning for a middle-of-the-night party?
Behold:
She’s been an absolute joy today. I know you wish you were me. You can admit it. The first step to beating the green-eyed monster is admitting your jealousy…
And now, a lesson on how to rock like a superstar on Guitar Hero: Metallica, courtesy of Logan.
Here’s Logan, owing Enter Sandman on base. I was impressed, but his sister Barky the seal (otherwise known as Lily) just wasn’t feelin’ it…
Serious Rock Star from Walking With Scissors on Vimeo.
Apparently, the Foo Fighters doesn’t pose enough of a challenge for Logan. He’s playing on medium, completely goofing off and still manages to hit pretty much every note. Show off…
Crazy Rock Star from Walking With Scissors on Vimeo.
First off, I’m totally ripping off The Bloggess‘s idea of making a blog Wordle of this place. I especially love the fact that the word “rack” is so prominently displayed. I also like the part where it says “husband gets good things” (because sometimes he needs to be reminded!). “Rack love” and “back cleavage” are pretty awesome too. Heh.
Next up, what do you think caused Christian Bale to go from this:
to this:
Now I’m sure that he was under a lot of stress at the time, but do you realize that the man dropped 38 f-bombs in just under 4 minutes? Thirty-eight! Holy fuck, that’s a lot of cursing. (And no, I wasn’t the one who counted them. I heard it on the radio.)
May I present the evidence:
And this freaking hysterical remix, just for fun:
Oh, Christian. It’s a good thing you’re so hot.
(Even if your voice in Batman is pretty jacked up.)
(Please don’t yell at me.)
As a transition from angry swearing guy to my sweet, angelic children, here is a cute lunchbox I bought for a quarter at a baby sale a couple of years ago:
If I worked out of the house, I’d bring my lunch in this. It’s that awesome.
And now, my daughter. She really rocks:
And finally, for my son’s 100th day of grade one, he had to bring a display of 100 things. He chose marshmallows. In the form of a band. Because he is the coolest kid ever. Behold:
Yes, he came up with the idea all on his own, and, aside from a bit of help from me, designed and built the whole thing. Needless to say, this project alone just cemented his status as the rockstar of room five.
Aaaand, that’s all I’ve got. As you were!
I picked a sick Logan up early from school on Monday and between then and now, we’ve all been existing in a sickness bubble. As of today, the kids are fine. My fever has come down and, thanks to a dose of DayQuil, I am feeling almost human again. But not human enough to creatively come up with anything interesting to write. So, instead, here’s the list of random 25 things about me that I wrote on Facebook the other day.
1. I am a procrastinator. It takes me a long time to get around to doing some things, but once I get started, I am obsessive about finishing.
2. I hate handling raw meat – especially chicken. It’s so slimy, it grosses me right out. Once it’s cooked, I’m fine, but I hate getting it to that point.
3. I don’t watch a lot of TV or movies. I have a couple of favourites (Heroes and CSI) but I don’t have (or make) time to watch much else.
4. I love photography to the point where I carry a small point-and-shoot camera in my purse, just in case. For everything else, I use my SLR.
5. I have a hard time making decisions.
6. I have a scar on my left hand in the shape of a Hyundai symbol, from when my airbag deployed in a car accident (the other driver’s fault, not mine…)
7. I furthest I’ve ever travelled is Florida but I would love to tour around Europe some day.
8. I am fiercely overprotective of my children. God help anyone who decides to pick on them.
9. I hate shopping for clothes. It’s hard to find pants with a long enough inseam, or tops with long enough sleeves. I will go if I have something specific I need to buy, but once I’ve found it, I’m done.
10. I have moved 9 times and now I’m tired. I’m considering being buried in the backyard of this house when I die. (ok, not really)
11. I am almost completely directionless. I don’t respond well to “east” or “south.” I travel by street names and landmarks. And friends in the car telling me where to go.
12. I don’t like high heels and even wore ballet flats to my own wedding.
13. I would do just about anything for my family and closest friends.
14. I have a hard time just saying no – even when I really, really want to.
15. I am pretty laid-back about most things. My husband is the one who likes to have everything “just so” and I think we balance each other out well.
16. I have never actually met anyone famous, but I did take pictures of Bono and The Edge in the parking lot of the Hotel Mac. And Randy Gregg nearly pushed me into traffic as he rushed by me once.
17. I used to be a very picky eater but over the past couple of years I’ve developed a taste for several things I never thought I’d like.
18. I don’t deal well with change.
19. I love to read and scrapbook. In that order.
20. I love chocolate but can’t stand chips (or any other type of salty snack, really).
21. I am a night-owl. I can be dead tired but once the clock strikes 8pm, I’m wide awake. (Too bad my kids think 6:30am is sleeping in…)
22. I hate talking on the phone. Love, love, love email.
23. I can’t play a musical instrument but my husband plays several (very well) so one day I plan to learn to play piano.
24. Perfume and cologne give me a headache.
25. I think my life is just about perfect. I am married to the man I love, have two wonderful kids, a beautiful home, great family and friends around me. I’m happy and healthy. I haven’t attained Lady of Leisure status yet but I’m working on it!
…but I appear to be hovering between this world and the next. While I attempt to pull myself away from the light, please enjoy this fantastic piece of art by my beautiful daughter.
(That’s us, going for a walk. Notice the sun and the little heart in the corner. Pardon me. I’m a little verklempt.)
The Girl has been afflicted with a double eye infection and a cold requiring antibiotics. She’s tired and cranky. I’m tired and cranky, but relieved that I’ve been blessed with a little girl who tolerates things like eye drops, medicine and nose blowing like a champ. Everyone is tucked in soundly for the night and I’m taking my cue from them and going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for everyone.
I was out at a scrapbooking get-together today (or a “crop” for those who scrapbook!). I managed to get a lot done, despite feeling guilty about leaving my sick little girl at home without me. So, yay me! I’m only 4 months behind now, which is pretty darn good.
I’m on my way to bed but I thought I’d leave you with a pet peeve of mine. It really (and I mean really) irks me when American TV and movies have scenes where the characters are in Canada but when they list the character’s location, they mention only the city and country. What about the province/territory, Americans? “Montreal, Canada” doesn’t quite cut it, you guys! If you’re in San Francisco, do you say, “I’m in San Francisco, USA”. Not likely. Just as the US has states in which to house their cities, Canada has provinces and territories. I don’t know why I’m so indignant about it but I am. It’s like telling someone your phone number and leaving out a bunch of digits in the middle. Why do the people who make American TV and movies consistantly forget to add the province? Why?
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