OK, so I stole this from my friend over at Much Considered. It's a fun one.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Relationship? wonderful
3. Your hair? fugly
4. Work? don't-wanna
5. Your sister? beautiful
6. Your favorite thing? camera
7. Your dream last night? didn't
8. Your favorite drink? margarita
9. Your dream car? Charger
10. The room you're in? cold
11. Your shoes? slippers
12. Your fears? there
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? loved
14. Who did you hang out with this weekend? great-friends
15. What you're not good at? self-discipline
16. Muffin? blueberry bran
17. One of your wish list items? serenity
18. Where you grew up? Alberta
19. The last thing you did? ate lunch
20. What are you wearing? sweats
21. What aren't you wearing? sexy
22. Your pet? cat
23. Your computer? adequate
24. Your life? happy
26. Missing? my sister
27. What are you thinking about right now? weather
28. Your car? VUE
29. Your kitchen? friendly
30. Your summer? long/warm
31. Your favorite color? purple
32. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday
33. Last time you cried? Ash
34. School? Ugh-painful
35. Love? filled-up
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Well, Hello There...
So, it's been a while. Things have been humming along, no major catastrophes. Maybe that makes me quiet. I've also been pulling myself out of my spring funk and I think I'm on the upswing right now. It helps that the sun shines almost every day and the weather is glorious and WARM, something I have SO needed.
I've had a few things happening, distractions keeping me away from writing in the past month.
One would be that my computer has been acting wonky, fortunately it seems to be all better now. Keep fingers crossed, and thank goodness I thought to buy that extended warranty, money well spent.
Another would be the sewing projects that I have decided to undertake. A few years ago I decided to sew Ash a few dresses after only being able to find uber-fancy ball gowns or skanky-ho dresses for summertime fun (for my, then, 5 year old). And that has now found itself into a springtime tradition that I truly do enjoy. So it was due time to sew up a few pretty dresses for the girls. They are SO happy, and upon going to the fabric store to select their fabrics I found so many beautiful fabrics that I decided to make myself a few cute little skirts. I have one made and another one cut out, I'll probably finish it over the next few evenings. Sewing is so much fun, I always forget how much I enjoy it until I start a project again.
A lovely new little addiction is Facebook. Have you heard of this site? It's way too addicting. And I'm really not too sure of the purpose other than to say Hi! to all of your long-lost friends from elementary school. I have spent endless hours searching up people from my past, people that I really don't want to connect with anyhow, but it's neat to see their pictures and see what they are up to now. Of course people that I actually want to connect with aren't a part of the site, which is a bummer. For now I spend hours in bed thinking up last names to search. I am such a dumbass.
And lastly I have entered into a little business venture. My friend Anna has decided to start a business selling beauty products through network marketing. And me, being the ever-loving skeptic I am said "um no thanks". Part of that is because of my practical skeptic side, but the other part is purely financial, I can't afford to invest $$$ into a business right now. Junior is just coming back to work from school and we have to prepare for him heading into his final 3 months next January. So anyhow she and her husband talked and decided to help me out with it, so how can I say no? So now I'm preparing for my launch party after the long weekend and hopefully I will get my kits and I will be able to make some money at this. I'm hopeful that I can make a good go at this thing. The company says that they are different from everything else and that they are all about building a good team and not just making $$$, so we will see.
In other news, my dear daughter Ash has re-lapsed with her thumb sucking and we are considering re-inserting the jaws of death. She is so upset over the idea of having the dreaded crib placed again, because she hated having people ask her about it, that we are hoping she can break the new habit on her own. We have given her a week to show us that she can do it on her own, otherwise she's back to the dentist. I thought it was all good, she had been SO good at not sucking her thumb for about 6 weeks after we got the crib removed. I had noticed a change in attitude a few weeks ago, she's been clingy, stressed out and spaced-out on a pretty regular basis. It started around the same time we had to put our cat down, and then escalated with talk of failing grade 2 (all her talk, not a peep from us). The girl has some pretty big worries right now, so she fell back on her old soothing crutch. The one person I'm a little pissed at with the whole thing is her teacher. Ash has been sucking her thumb in class again, and her teacher knows that this has been a big ordeal for us, but she never told me. When I asked her about it when picking Ash up from school early last week she said that yes, she had been doing it and she had thought about writing me a note, but forgot. Urgh!!! Thanks for the help teach. Only 5 weeks of school left (or so) and I'm starting to look forward to the end.
I think that's it. I'll try to tear myself away from my other stuff a bit more often. I'm sure I will have lots to tell after our first camping weekend, long weekend in the foothills, in a tent. How much fun will that be!?
I've had a few things happening, distractions keeping me away from writing in the past month.
One would be that my computer has been acting wonky, fortunately it seems to be all better now. Keep fingers crossed, and thank goodness I thought to buy that extended warranty, money well spent.
Another would be the sewing projects that I have decided to undertake. A few years ago I decided to sew Ash a few dresses after only being able to find uber-fancy ball gowns or skanky-ho dresses for summertime fun (for my, then, 5 year old). And that has now found itself into a springtime tradition that I truly do enjoy. So it was due time to sew up a few pretty dresses for the girls. They are SO happy, and upon going to the fabric store to select their fabrics I found so many beautiful fabrics that I decided to make myself a few cute little skirts. I have one made and another one cut out, I'll probably finish it over the next few evenings. Sewing is so much fun, I always forget how much I enjoy it until I start a project again.
A lovely new little addiction is Facebook. Have you heard of this site? It's way too addicting. And I'm really not too sure of the purpose other than to say Hi! to all of your long-lost friends from elementary school. I have spent endless hours searching up people from my past, people that I really don't want to connect with anyhow, but it's neat to see their pictures and see what they are up to now. Of course people that I actually want to connect with aren't a part of the site, which is a bummer. For now I spend hours in bed thinking up last names to search. I am such a dumbass.
And lastly I have entered into a little business venture. My friend Anna has decided to start a business selling beauty products through network marketing. And me, being the ever-loving skeptic I am said "um no thanks". Part of that is because of my practical skeptic side, but the other part is purely financial, I can't afford to invest $$$ into a business right now. Junior is just coming back to work from school and we have to prepare for him heading into his final 3 months next January. So anyhow she and her husband talked and decided to help me out with it, so how can I say no? So now I'm preparing for my launch party after the long weekend and hopefully I will get my kits and I will be able to make some money at this. I'm hopeful that I can make a good go at this thing. The company says that they are different from everything else and that they are all about building a good team and not just making $$$, so we will see.
In other news, my dear daughter Ash has re-lapsed with her thumb sucking and we are considering re-inserting the jaws of death. She is so upset over the idea of having the dreaded crib placed again, because she hated having people ask her about it, that we are hoping she can break the new habit on her own. We have given her a week to show us that she can do it on her own, otherwise she's back to the dentist. I thought it was all good, she had been SO good at not sucking her thumb for about 6 weeks after we got the crib removed. I had noticed a change in attitude a few weeks ago, she's been clingy, stressed out and spaced-out on a pretty regular basis. It started around the same time we had to put our cat down, and then escalated with talk of failing grade 2 (all her talk, not a peep from us). The girl has some pretty big worries right now, so she fell back on her old soothing crutch. The one person I'm a little pissed at with the whole thing is her teacher. Ash has been sucking her thumb in class again, and her teacher knows that this has been a big ordeal for us, but she never told me. When I asked her about it when picking Ash up from school early last week she said that yes, she had been doing it and she had thought about writing me a note, but forgot. Urgh!!! Thanks for the help teach. Only 5 weeks of school left (or so) and I'm starting to look forward to the end.
I think that's it. I'll try to tear myself away from my other stuff a bit more often. I'm sure I will have lots to tell after our first camping weekend, long weekend in the foothills, in a tent. How much fun will that be!?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Cursed
I have to admit it. I'm cursed.
If you are a hairdresser and I start to really like you and make you my regular hairdresser, then something will happen to you and you will quit hairdressing. Or move to another salon waaayyy across town where I can't find you. And if you become my Dr. you will decide that this whole "general practitioner" gig isn't all it's cracked up to be and you will quit. So be forewarned, it's the curse of ME! I have had this happen to 3 hairdressers and, now, 2 Dr's.
Today I phoned to make an appt. for Ash to see our Dr., a wonderful young-ish Dr. that has delivered all 3 of my kids, only to find out that next week is her last week Dr-ing. I have to apologize to the poor receptionist for not understanding me once I broke down into sobbing tears. I'm rattled by this news, because I love my Dr., I trust her and feel like I can talk to her about anything. Now I'm told that I won't be out a Dr., they will find me a new one but in the meantime I have to see the resident Dr's. I mean I 'm grateful that I will have a Dr., because too many people here in the land of plenty don't have one, it's just that I want my Dr. I want to be able to take my kids in and get a straight answer, or to be able to talk about my medical history and have them have a clue as to what I am talking about. Urgh!!!
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So the past few weeks have been trying. I don't know if it's the weather, or the time of year as I seem to get this way every spring, or just the stress of life. But I have been on quite a low and I am having trouble working my way out. Some days I think that I really need to get my butt back to work so that I can feel important again. But then I DO enjoy being home with my kids and I don't want to go back to work, and I know that my job here is important. It just doesn't really feel that way from day to day. The money stress has gotten to me as well, and I'm really hoping that now that Junior is back to work from school things will start to look up again that way. I have started back on a diet, as I have fallen off the wagon terribly since my ankle injury, but have yet to start exercising regularly again, something that is a must so that I can have the body I want. I did go to a yoga class with a girlfriend last night, which was my first and lots of fun. I think we are going to make this a regular thing
If you are a hairdresser and I start to really like you and make you my regular hairdresser, then something will happen to you and you will quit hairdressing. Or move to another salon waaayyy across town where I can't find you. And if you become my Dr. you will decide that this whole "general practitioner" gig isn't all it's cracked up to be and you will quit. So be forewarned, it's the curse of ME! I have had this happen to 3 hairdressers and, now, 2 Dr's.
Today I phoned to make an appt. for Ash to see our Dr., a wonderful young-ish Dr. that has delivered all 3 of my kids, only to find out that next week is her last week Dr-ing. I have to apologize to the poor receptionist for not understanding me once I broke down into sobbing tears. I'm rattled by this news, because I love my Dr., I trust her and feel like I can talk to her about anything. Now I'm told that I won't be out a Dr., they will find me a new one but in the meantime I have to see the resident Dr's. I mean I 'm grateful that I will have a Dr., because too many people here in the land of plenty don't have one, it's just that I want my Dr. I want to be able to take my kids in and get a straight answer, or to be able to talk about my medical history and have them have a clue as to what I am talking about. Urgh!!!
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So the past few weeks have been trying. I don't know if it's the weather, or the time of year as I seem to get this way every spring, or just the stress of life. But I have been on quite a low and I am having trouble working my way out. Some days I think that I really need to get my butt back to work so that I can feel important again. But then I DO enjoy being home with my kids and I don't want to go back to work, and I know that my job here is important. It just doesn't really feel that way from day to day. The money stress has gotten to me as well, and I'm really hoping that now that Junior is back to work from school things will start to look up again that way. I have started back on a diet, as I have fallen off the wagon terribly since my ankle injury, but have yet to start exercising regularly again, something that is a must so that I can have the body I want. I did go to a yoga class with a girlfriend last night, which was my first and lots of fun. I think we are going to make this a regular thing
I'm hoping that these small things will help me turn things around before they start getting too bad. I mean, those purple pills do work wonders but I'm feeling like I take enough drugs right now, I would hate to have to start taking more.
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Potty training was a complete failure. We tried, but had a few too many accidents to keep going. And Harris was starting to refuse to go, not good. So I tried to ease back and have him try on his own, but he is now refusing that. So I guess we will try again in the summer.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Gas..it hurts
Junior told me "It's OK honey, you'll feel better if you eat, really."
I thought I would feel better and everything would be ok.
But OH the pain, the gas it's horrible.
After being sick with this horrid flu for 4 days now I have lost 6 pounds, but tonight I look about 6 months pregnant. I mean, I'm a bit chubby, but not quite that chubby. It's that dinner that I was convinced would make me feel better. If I could have just kept eating toast I think I would be fine right now.
Now I know exactly how Harris felt on Wednesday as we were driving home and he was stuck in that car seat writhing in pain. And now I know how good he felt when we stopped and he was able to squat down in the back seat and rip a loud one and then giggle in glee at the release!
Just a few good rips is all I need and maybe I will be able to wear something other than sweatpants tomorrow.
I thought I would feel better and everything would be ok.
But OH the pain, the gas it's horrible.
After being sick with this horrid flu for 4 days now I have lost 6 pounds, but tonight I look about 6 months pregnant. I mean, I'm a bit chubby, but not quite that chubby. It's that dinner that I was convinced would make me feel better. If I could have just kept eating toast I think I would be fine right now.
Now I know exactly how Harris felt on Wednesday as we were driving home and he was stuck in that car seat writhing in pain. And now I know how good he felt when we stopped and he was able to squat down in the back seat and rip a loud one and then giggle in glee at the release!
Just a few good rips is all I need and maybe I will be able to wear something other than sweatpants tomorrow.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Pukeapolooza and Potty Training Hell
Oh, how could my days get any more exciting?!
It's been a week of wonderment and excitement, I tell ya.
Or maybe not.
We started out pretty good, had a great Easter Sunday, the kids got way too much candy and we got to visit with both Juniors parents and mine, as well as my sister and her kids came to visit too! Then on Monday morning we got up the kids and I got ready to head up to Edmonton to visit family. We spent the day hanging until we finally got to go to my Mom's for a few hours before bed and then I spent a wonderful night's sleep on a cold air mattress in the living room with the great-big streetlamp shining down on me. Ahhh, bliss. I was awoken suddenly at 5:30am to Ash telling me that Harris puked all over the bed the kids were sharing. A great start to an even greater day. Luckily we were up so early that we had lots of time for a shower and get packed up to go over to my Aunt's house. The girls got to go babysit with her at her church group while Harris and I hung out. After dropping the girls off at the church Harris almost immediately puked up his breakfast all over himself and the car and car seat so I burned rubber back to my Aunt's house to spent the next hour bathing him and cleaning the car seat. He puked again that afternoon while my cousin's kids were over, a nice big juice colored splat on the kitchen floor. Luckily that was it for the puking for him. On Wednesday Harris and I headed home, only to have him writhing in pain in his car seat and us having to stop four times in two hours. His poor little tummy was hard with gas and he just had to fart, and poop, and poop some more. At one point we were both in tears from the stress of it all, but we finally made it home in one piece. Then that night I got to puke up my dinner and yesterday I felt crappy all day long. But I soldiered on, I had made up my mind that we were trying out this potty training business starting Thursday, and that's exactly what we did.
We spent the first 2 and a half hours yesterday waiting for him to decide it was ok to pee on the potty. He finally did just as I was about to give up. Then he peed lots and lots on the potty last night, to much cheering and clapping. This morning he has peed twice on the potty and pooped once on the floor. I guess it's a good start. It's really reminding me why I hate potty training. I wish we could send the kids away to potty training camp and have them come home all trained up.
I'm thinking that this will be a go, he seems to get the whole premise of peeing in the pot instead of on the floor or himself. But I'm not fooling myself into believing that we've got it under control yet, because I know too well that this is a loonnnngggg process that could end up going awry.
My girls come home in a few hours and I'm hoping that they didn't catch the pukey thing and we will have a nice, warm weekend. It's actually supposed to be nice today, maybe we can go to the park or something. What a thought!
It's been a week of wonderment and excitement, I tell ya.
Or maybe not.
We started out pretty good, had a great Easter Sunday, the kids got way too much candy and we got to visit with both Juniors parents and mine, as well as my sister and her kids came to visit too! Then on Monday morning we got up the kids and I got ready to head up to Edmonton to visit family. We spent the day hanging until we finally got to go to my Mom's for a few hours before bed and then I spent a wonderful night's sleep on a cold air mattress in the living room with the great-big streetlamp shining down on me. Ahhh, bliss. I was awoken suddenly at 5:30am to Ash telling me that Harris puked all over the bed the kids were sharing. A great start to an even greater day. Luckily we were up so early that we had lots of time for a shower and get packed up to go over to my Aunt's house. The girls got to go babysit with her at her church group while Harris and I hung out. After dropping the girls off at the church Harris almost immediately puked up his breakfast all over himself and the car and car seat so I burned rubber back to my Aunt's house to spent the next hour bathing him and cleaning the car seat. He puked again that afternoon while my cousin's kids were over, a nice big juice colored splat on the kitchen floor. Luckily that was it for the puking for him. On Wednesday Harris and I headed home, only to have him writhing in pain in his car seat and us having to stop four times in two hours. His poor little tummy was hard with gas and he just had to fart, and poop, and poop some more. At one point we were both in tears from the stress of it all, but we finally made it home in one piece. Then that night I got to puke up my dinner and yesterday I felt crappy all day long. But I soldiered on, I had made up my mind that we were trying out this potty training business starting Thursday, and that's exactly what we did.
We spent the first 2 and a half hours yesterday waiting for him to decide it was ok to pee on the potty. He finally did just as I was about to give up. Then he peed lots and lots on the potty last night, to much cheering and clapping. This morning he has peed twice on the potty and pooped once on the floor. I guess it's a good start. It's really reminding me why I hate potty training. I wish we could send the kids away to potty training camp and have them come home all trained up.
I'm thinking that this will be a go, he seems to get the whole premise of peeing in the pot instead of on the floor or himself. But I'm not fooling myself into believing that we've got it under control yet, because I know too well that this is a loonnnngggg process that could end up going awry.
My girls come home in a few hours and I'm hoping that they didn't catch the pukey thing and we will have a nice, warm weekend. It's actually supposed to be nice today, maybe we can go to the park or something. What a thought!
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