It's the August long weekend. Not even arguably the most glorious, revered long weekend of them all - it wins hands down. Historically speaking it's usually hot, sunny and perfect for cottaging, beaching or whatever other fine outdoor activity you can think of that involves water and beer and relaxation.
What I am doing this long weekend you ask? The long weekend that I have been looking forward to since last August? If you guess not going to Beav's cottage, you'd be right (maybe next year Beav!) I'm going to a wedding. A WEDDING. Who the heck plans their wedding on this, the most glorious long weekend of them all? If you guessed people who have lived in Bermuda too damn long, you'd have guessed right. What do they care that this is the only weekend all year long that the planets align perfectly over southern Ontario to produce ultimate cottaging weather? They have amazing weather 365 days a year (excluding hurricanes).
If you're reading this Steve and Sarah, I love you guys I really do. How can you tell? Because I'm coming to your wedding. I am getting all dressed up on this, the most glorious three day weekend known to mankind, and driving to landlocked Kitchener to watch you exchange vows.
All I can say is it better be an open bar
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Home Alone
A. will be heading to Sault Ste. Marie in about 20 minutes until Friday, and I'm wondering why my overwhelming feeling regarding this or any impending trip of his (business or othewise) is utter glee. I can't wait! I LOVE being alone at home. Especially those fabulous hours after wee girl has gone to bed.
Life certainly isn't easier with him gone... I have to do daycare drop off and pickup, which is in the opposite direction of work. In addition to my usual tasks of cooking dinner and cleaning and putting wee girl to bed, I have to feed the cats, do the garbage and...ummm....hm. What else does he do around the house? I think that's a rant for another day. But I'm going to contemplate that while I'm HOME ALL ALONE! Yippee!!!! I'll even be working from home tomorrow, in theory because daycare dropoff and pickup and 8 hours work and 2.5 hours of commuting is almost physically impossible, but in reality because I'll have the whole darn house to myself!
Honey, I won't miss you. I'm sure I"ll be glad to have you back, but sorry to say, I won't miss you. Maybe you need to take a week/month/year long trip in order for me to really miss you. Let's talk about that when you return.
xos
Life certainly isn't easier with him gone... I have to do daycare drop off and pickup, which is in the opposite direction of work. In addition to my usual tasks of cooking dinner and cleaning and putting wee girl to bed, I have to feed the cats, do the garbage and...ummm....hm. What else does he do around the house? I think that's a rant for another day. But I'm going to contemplate that while I'm HOME ALL ALONE! Yippee!!!! I'll even be working from home tomorrow, in theory because daycare dropoff and pickup and 8 hours work and 2.5 hours of commuting is almost physically impossible, but in reality because I'll have the whole darn house to myself!
Honey, I won't miss you. I'm sure I"ll be glad to have you back, but sorry to say, I won't miss you. Maybe you need to take a week/month/year long trip in order for me to really miss you. Let's talk about that when you return.
xos
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Happiness
I seem to suffer from a permanent form of insanity called "I'll finally be happy when....".
When I was younger, I thought I could only be happy when I was an adult and could stock 20 different varieties of pop in the fridge (yeah, I dreamed big). Then as a student, I'd thought I'd only be happy when I had graduated and had a good job and could buy the things that I want. Then I got a job and thought I'll be so happy when I have $X in the bank... It's a never-ending cycle. Don't get me wrong, I do love my life, and enjoy myself, but I always seem to be striving for the next level, instead of enjoying the current level. This needs to change.
So starting today..... I will revel in the house I live in. Yeah, it's not exactly what I want, but hell, it's paid for and I at least have painted it in the colours I love. I will revel in my job. It's not my "dream" job, but hey, I love the people, I love the drive, I love the fact that blogging and Facebook are encouraged. I will revel in my family. They are crazy, but they are mine and we love each other. I will revel in my child. OK, I've always done that... she is perfect, after all. I will revel in my husband. He.....um..... hmmmmmm. OK, a woman needs to have something to dream about. And if that happens to be Isiah Mustafa, so be it. Maybe I'll give A. a full-body wax, spray him with Old Spice and close my eyes.
Mmmmmmisiah...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owGykVbfgUE
When I was younger, I thought I could only be happy when I was an adult and could stock 20 different varieties of pop in the fridge (yeah, I dreamed big). Then as a student, I'd thought I'd only be happy when I had graduated and had a good job and could buy the things that I want. Then I got a job and thought I'll be so happy when I have $X in the bank... It's a never-ending cycle. Don't get me wrong, I do love my life, and enjoy myself, but I always seem to be striving for the next level, instead of enjoying the current level. This needs to change.
So starting today..... I will revel in the house I live in. Yeah, it's not exactly what I want, but hell, it's paid for and I at least have painted it in the colours I love. I will revel in my job. It's not my "dream" job, but hey, I love the people, I love the drive, I love the fact that blogging and Facebook are encouraged. I will revel in my family. They are crazy, but they are mine and we love each other. I will revel in my child. OK, I've always done that... she is perfect, after all. I will revel in my husband. He.....um..... hmmmmmm. OK, a woman needs to have something to dream about. And if that happens to be Isiah Mustafa, so be it. Maybe I'll give A. a full-body wax, spray him with Old Spice and close my eyes.
Mmmmmmisiah...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owGykVbfgUE
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Driving
My job is about 85km from home, but it's travel on mostly all country roads. Really, a pleasant way to start and end your day, if you like driving. Which I do. Traffic is almost unheard of, except for the last ten minutes before I arrive at the office. It's these ten minutes that occasionally make me mental.
Now the first thing you need to understand is I am a magnificent driver. Really. You should be so lucky as to have me driving in front of you. Everyone slower than me is an idiot, everyone faster than me is crazy. I am the epitome of excellence. Cough.
In any event, the one driver that seriously pisses me off the most is that guy you get stuck behind on a two-lane road who loves to do the speed limit. Not that there's anything wrong with that... if you keep a consistent speed, that's fine by me. But he doesn't. When a good passing opportunity presents itself, he speeds up. Makes it trickier to pass him, so it's 50-50 whether you get by. But no problem - there are passing lanes ahead. I'll just wait 'til the passing lane shows up. Oh wait.... his speed is increasing....90 km/h..... 100 km/h.... 110 km/h. Are you kidding me? He makes me get the car up 120 km/h to pass him?
So there we are (because by now I have 4-5 people behind me) and we're all crazily racing to get past this guy who apparently slipped into the gene pool when the lifeguard wasn't watching. I make it, as do 2-3 others, but not everyone.... the fortunate ones watch our rearview mirrors in horror as the passing lane ends, and the rest of those poor saps get stuck behind him as he slows back down to 80, now that the threat of anyone else overtaking him has ended.
What's going on in this man's brain? Is he so insecure in his manliness that he cannot abide having anyone pass him? Doesn't he know I am a better driver than him?
Later on this week - why is the first person in the left-hand turn lane always in slow motion when the advanced green flashes??
Now the first thing you need to understand is I am a magnificent driver. Really. You should be so lucky as to have me driving in front of you. Everyone slower than me is an idiot, everyone faster than me is crazy. I am the epitome of excellence. Cough.
In any event, the one driver that seriously pisses me off the most is that guy you get stuck behind on a two-lane road who loves to do the speed limit. Not that there's anything wrong with that... if you keep a consistent speed, that's fine by me. But he doesn't. When a good passing opportunity presents itself, he speeds up. Makes it trickier to pass him, so it's 50-50 whether you get by. But no problem - there are passing lanes ahead. I'll just wait 'til the passing lane shows up. Oh wait.... his speed is increasing....90 km/h..... 100 km/h.... 110 km/h. Are you kidding me? He makes me get the car up 120 km/h to pass him?
So there we are (because by now I have 4-5 people behind me) and we're all crazily racing to get past this guy who apparently slipped into the gene pool when the lifeguard wasn't watching. I make it, as do 2-3 others, but not everyone.... the fortunate ones watch our rearview mirrors in horror as the passing lane ends, and the rest of those poor saps get stuck behind him as he slows back down to 80, now that the threat of anyone else overtaking him has ended.
What's going on in this man's brain? Is he so insecure in his manliness that he cannot abide having anyone pass him? Doesn't he know I am a better driver than him?
Later on this week - why is the first person in the left-hand turn lane always in slow motion when the advanced green flashes??
Monday, July 12, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Success Redefined
So the camping trip was a success. R had a blast, running amongst the campsites with all the other kids, playing on the beach, roasting marshmallows over the campfire, sleeping in the tent. But it certainly is different camping with friends AND kids, rather than just friends. How I measure a successful trip has most assuredly changed:
Success With Kids: Waking up dry because your kid managed to not have any accidents in the tent
Success Before Kids: Not waking up wet and covered in dew because you passed out on the picnic table
Success With Kids: Killing a 2-4 over four days
Success Before Kids: Killing a 2-4 the first night
Success With Kids: Ensuring the 4 major food groups (protein, fruits & vegetables, grains, dairy) are represented in each day’s meals
Success Before Kids: Ensuring the 4 major food groups (red meat, beer, potato chips, S’Mores) are represented in each day’s meals
Success With Kids: Packing a cooler with lots of water and juices to ensure proper hydration at the beach
Success Before Kids: Packing a cooler with lots of beer and fruity alcoholic beverages to ensure proper hydration at the beach
Success With Kids: Constant application of sunscreen to keep sensitive skin from burning
Success Before Kids: A quick application of sunscreen in the morning and then complete failure to reapply because “that should be good enough”, resulting in 2nd degree burns that make sleeping in a tent so uncomfortable, you welcome passing out on the picnic table (see above).
Hm. In rereading this list, it actually looks like camping with kids might be the more fun option, in almost every way. Who knew?
Success With Kids: Waking up dry because your kid managed to not have any accidents in the tent
Success Before Kids: Not waking up wet and covered in dew because you passed out on the picnic table
Success With Kids: Killing a 2-4 over four days
Success Before Kids: Killing a 2-4 the first night
Success With Kids: Ensuring the 4 major food groups (protein, fruits & vegetables, grains, dairy) are represented in each day’s meals
Success Before Kids: Ensuring the 4 major food groups (red meat, beer, potato chips, S’Mores) are represented in each day’s meals
Success With Kids: Packing a cooler with lots of water and juices to ensure proper hydration at the beach
Success Before Kids: Packing a cooler with lots of beer and fruity alcoholic beverages to ensure proper hydration at the beach
Success With Kids: Constant application of sunscreen to keep sensitive skin from burning
Success Before Kids: A quick application of sunscreen in the morning and then complete failure to reapply because “that should be good enough”, resulting in 2nd degree burns that make sleeping in a tent so uncomfortable, you welcome passing out on the picnic table (see above).
Hm. In rereading this list, it actually looks like camping with kids might be the more fun option, in almost every way. Who knew?
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