Sunday, November 30, 2014

No Room


Yesterday when I was setting out all of our Christmas stuff, I came across this craft Ben made for me last year in cubs. And it reminded me of the one I made years and years ago at the girl's club I went to for most of elementary school.

I was almost exactly Ben's age. I just realized that. It seems to me in my memories that I was older, but I wasn't. I might have even been younger. Little Becky. I know there's a picture of me with my log craft somewhere, Mom probably has it. I remember thinking it was beautiful and the smell of it. Mine was made from a birch tree, so it smelled really nice, and it had red candles.

I also remember the church I made it in. Little Becky's friends went to that church, and she'd asked Jesus into her heart at bible camp, so she thought she should go too. She went to girl's club there faithfully every week. Monday nights. At 6:30. Her mom and dad didn't go to church back then, but most Sundays little Becky would get up, and put on a dress, and grab her little red New Testament from the Gideons, and walk to the church a few blocks away. She didn't like going to the service very much, because it was boring and she had to sit alone. At Sunday school and girl's club no one had their families with them, so it felt okay. But during the service on Sunday mornings, she felt stupid sitting there all by herself. 

And sometimes, the moms were mean to little Becky. I remember once being accused of hiding someone's church shoes, because they'd gone missing, and where else could they have gone? (They turned up a few weeks later. In the coat room, I think.) I remember the moms who ran girl's club making me sit out until I told them what I'd done with those missing shoes. I remember the little girl who had lost them saying that one second she'd had them, and then the next second they were just gone. "Someone must have taken them! And hid them!" and "No one thinks this is funny Becky." They were right, it wasn't funny. I remember sitting on the steps crying because they wouldn't let me in two Mondays in a row until finally the shoes were found. I didn't bother showing up to church that week, because I didn't like it that much anyways. I wonder if they would have made me sit out of the Sunday morning service, with the pastor and everyone else to see?

And even if most of them weren't actually mean, they ignored me. And I just... I still don't understand. I was a noisy and silly little girl, but so were the rest of them. And just like the rest of them, I was a good little girl too. I wasn't disrespectful. Ever. I've always been a rule follower, and I've always been a people pleaser. So why? I can't imagine seeing a little boy Ben's age showing up at our church all by himself and not asking him if he'd like to sit with us... to sit with Ben. I was friends with their children. Why didn't any of them ever offer me a ride? Or just a place to sit? Or why didn't one of those moms stand up for me at girl's club? It makes me so sad, picturing little Becky trying to figure out what to do, knowing she didn't take those shoes, and coming back the next week to be told to sit on the stairs again. I can't even... I can't understand why they weren't excited that a child would come all on her own, I can't understand why they wouldn't welcome me with open arms, and I can't believe I went back.

I kept going back until finally, years later, the same thing (sort of) happened in youth group. When the youth leader told some of the boys to clean up under their table at a swimming pool concession stand, they said they hadn't been sitting there. I had. And he believed them even though I insisted I hadn't sat there and had already cleaned up my own spot. But because their parents went to that church, and my parents didn't, I must have been the one lying. "This isn't funny Becky." I agreed again, even if the boys thought it was the best joke ever. It wasn't funny at all, it was humiliating. I remember blinking back tears as I climbed under the table and picked up their crumbs and garbage and sucker sticks, vowing that this was the last time for me.

At first I meant it was the last time I'd go to any church, but I showed up at the Alliance church a few weeks later, and then every week after that till I got married and moved away to Yorkton. And so did my dad. At first I just went because it was across the street. Why not? And at first Dad just went to make sure this "Alliance" place wasn't some kind of crazy cult. And they were so good at welcoming and loving a silly teenager who giggled through the entire service with my friends, and then my dad after that, that before we knew it they were our family. My first church family. I found my place there.

But after all these years and churches it still hurts a little to remember little Becky trying to fit in where there was no room for her. Mostly because I know it's still happening. It's why so many people end up hating church. There's so much complacency and blindness to the world outside and the hypocrisy within. I know I'm not the only person with stories like mine, and I've heard even worse. It makes me sad. I don't remember ever feeling welcome at that church until I was an adult, and singing at a funeral there. By then I was "one of them," so everyone was super nice. Or maybe they'd changed. Or maybe it was a whole new group of people. I don't know. I do know there's still a "one of us" attitude that can be found in most churches. I wish I could fix all of it. I wish I could rewrite all of our sad stories and hurt, with a love like the Alliance church showed me.

That's the kind of love I need to remember when I put out Ben's beautiful craft. After all, Jesus wasn't made very welcome that first Christmas either. He knew what it felt like to tell the truth but not be believed, and to be humiliated and alone with everyone either treating him with cruelty or complacently looking on. He came here for that very reason, to show us that His love is all about making room in your heart and in your life for the unwelcome ones out there in the world, or even right there inside your church in the pew beside you.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

I Posted

Just as I was falling asleep, and thinking of something from a long time ago, and wondering if I could make a post of it, it occurred to me... I haven't posted anything today!

I'll tell you about it tomorrow.

But this counts for now.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Is It December Yet?

I seriously need this to be over.


Blargh.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

A+


We went to our kids' student led conferences today. They are all doing peachy keen. They're happy, respectful, hard working, and successful students. It's nice not to have to worry about them at school, I know it's not the same for everyone. We're lucky.

And I laughed today when Hannah's gym teacher asked if she had been up late last night, or if she was getting sick because she cried in class when she couldn't do some kind of throw thing. Oh dear. I warned her regular classroom teacher, and her dance teachers, but I can't warn all of them. So much crying.

I remember crying a LOT in grade two. I thought my teacher hated me, and I'm sure I cried almost every day. I read my record card comments from that year, and it's so obvious she liked me, and I was way too sensitive. And that she didn't know why I cried all the time. Or what to do about it. Luckily, for Hannah and her teachers she has a mommy who has been there. And I can assure them that Hannah Grace is happy. And not to worry too much about the crying, other than to remind Hannah that some things are worth crying over, and others, like how to throw a ball, aren't.

But the best part of today was talking to Hannah at supper time about what her teacher had said, and Hannah telling us that yes, she cried, but she was fine right away. "Because Mrs. Zimmer kissed me. And that always makes me feel better." Right on her head, apparently.

We're so lucky. It's hard to send your kids out into the world "on their own," but so much easier when you know they are happy and thriving, and when they're not, someone will give them a kiss to make it better. Lucky, lucky, lucky.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Cat Trap

Before we do anything, I need to tell you about something I saw on the internet tonight. You can read the full post here, but the short version is that some bored cat owner decided to make a cat trap and take pictures of their cat in said trap.

Here's a picture:


That's the trap. Here's the cat:


Now, I thought it was funny. Stupid cat. (Cat's are seriously, SO stupid.) And that cat in particular, in that trap, really cracked me up. But then I saw this next picture, and after I was finished laughing at the expression on that cat's face:


I had to try it myself. (You knew this was coming.)


It worked about as well as I thought it would. I think I should have maybe used string or something more 3-dimensional. I forced the issue by sitting beside my trap and patting the carpet encouragingly.


Stupid cat.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Perfection

I pulled out a tooth at school today. I made a class full of third graders crack up when I read them a fable about a fox and a crab. It wasn't that great of a story, but I really do the best voices. I got to watch a little girl have a light bulb moment after I explained fact families for the fifth or sixth time. (I wouldn't give up. Base ten blocks finally did the job.) I got to do some correcting. I love correcting. And even more, I love correcting the correcting. And I even had time to do some of that with the kids. A little girl left a note on the teacher's desk that said I was fun. And pretty.

It's easy to forget why I like teaching some days. But days like today are good reminders.

(And P.S. Don't think it was some perfect utopia. I also lost a student, like out of the school, no one knows where she is, we can't find her or her coat, for about 20 minutes. I yelled, seriously YELLED, at least three times because they were so loud they literally couldn't hear me telling them to shut it. I told them to shut it at least... 30 times? 30 wouldn't be an exageration. I found a moldy sandwich in a desk that almost, oh people it was close, had me losing my cookies in the trash can. I seriously considered taping a student to his chair. Someone stole my Halls. I didn't lose them. I left them on the table I was working at, and when I came back after recess they were gone. Teaching is almost never a perfect utopia, but that doesn't mean it's not perfect.)

Monday, November 24, 2014

Your Kisses Always Make My Booboos Better!

They trust me. I don't.

Everytime they say something like, "You're the best mom ever!" I cringe a little. Because I see so many, SO MANY, things I could do better. It hurts to hear them say things like that. I want to tell them they have no idea what a good mom is really like. All I can think is I don't deserve them. And I wish I could be what they think I am.

I suppose all of us moms feel like that. When I look around, I see moms who look like they're doing a better job than I am. I think, "I need to take my kids outside more often, I don't read enough stories to them, I watch to much TV, I play on my computer more than I should, I sleep in when I should be up with them, I get angry too easily, I'm too critical, I don't cook enough nice meals for them..." And on and on.

And worse than those things. I hurt them. I say things in frustration that puts looks on their faces that make me so ashamed. Sometimes they are scared of me. I hate that. I remember being scared of my mom's voice when she was in a mood. I hated that. I felt so... On edge. Like any move could bring down her anger, and I couldn't be sure what it would be. It gives me a sick shakey feeling to think about it. And worse. I've seen that exact same look in my kid's eyes when I'm angry.

Today Hannah fell off her chair at lunchtime. I picked her up and snuggled her and kissed her neck where she hit it on the table. She said what she always says, "Your kisses always make my booboos better." She really thinks that. She has so much faith in me. I hate that I let her down so often.

I don't know what my point is in saying all of this, except it's what came into my head when Hannah said that today. I know some of you are reading this and thinking, she's just being hard on herself, but I'm not. I could do better. I should do better. And I'm running out of time. I won't have them here with me forever. When they leave I need them to know I love them. I need them to know I am on their side. I need them to trust me.

Right now they do. But my actions can either make their faith in me justified, or they can destroy it. They could leave here feeling like they still need to prove themselves to me, to earn my love, to do it on their own. Right now I can still magically kiss away a booboo, but they've got bigger hurts ahead of them in their lives and if I'm not careful they won't come to me with them. They won't trust me because I won't have been worthy of it.

I know what it feels like to lose trust in someone who you thought would always be there for you. I can't do that to them. I'm not saying I can't make mistakes. I know I will. I'm saying I need to remember the faith they have in me when I'm about to break it. I treasure it. It makes me feel unworthy, and sometimes a little sad, but I can't lose it.

It's not that I want them to be dependant on me forever. I want them to trust in themselves. I want them to trust in God. I want them to trust other people. But when they need me, I want them to never feel like I won't be there, or that I will recieve them with anything less that complete love and acceptance. I hope there's always something about coming to me that soothes their booboos the way nothing else does. Because even if I don't deserve to get to be that person, they deserve someone in their lives like that.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

It's Not Unusual

Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped, turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I almost forgot to post because I was too busy watching (almost) an entire season of Dancing With The Stars in one day.


(True story.)

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Have You Seen This Dip?

Yup. I just posted a picture of dip, so the next time I forget what kind it is all I have to do is a quick "dip" search on here and I'm set. (I've been looking and looking for it since summer. Finally today, Giant Tiger, for the win.

Friday, November 21, 2014

An eBay Day

I have nothing interesting to say.

I spent the day subbing. A little girl told me I looked very gorgeous. (I think she liked my hair. She kept touching it.) A little boy told me I was mean and lay upside down in his desk crying for around ten minutes until he realized I really didn't care. (I make kids cry all the time.)Then I spent the rest of the day/evening online shopping with my cousin Melanie. Here are some of the highlights:


That's the dress that started it all. (Sort of. There was some apline sweater stuff that happened first, but it's not really important.) Mel bought baby Emma one just like it. So we looked and looked to find something to match it for big sister Bella. And we found this dress. An exact match! Hurrah! Only then Mel stopped and thought for a second and figured she should at least try on Bella's dress from last year. And it still fits! And isn't it so pretty?


And Bella looks like a sparkly angel girl in it. The hunt was on for a gold dress for baby Emma to wear. And LOOK! We found an exact. match.


It's fate right? We think so.

In the meantime I typed sweater dress and spent a long time looking for one for Hannah. I saved a whole bunch of them to my watch list. I liked all of them. How would I pick which one. And then something happened that changed everything.


After seeing this dress, that neither Melanie or I had any reason to buy, I decided that everything else I'd looked at was ugly in comparison. I deleted all the dresses I'd saved to my watch list. And looked for a new wall decal for Becca.


Perfecto! Hopefully it gets here in time for me to bring it to her at Christmas. I'll get it shipped straight to Ang. That'll buy me a bit more time.

Of course, Hannah noticed what I was doing and figured she'd like something for her wall too. I wish I could talk her into something else, but who am I to argue with princesses and unicorns. Especially a red haired princess riding a unicorn. Sigh.


And there you have it. My day.

(I still want the dress that I have no reason to buy.)

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Guess Who? (pun intended)


Hannah made this picture all on her own for me today. She knows what Mommy likes. Lots of timey wimey stuff, but maybe next time I'll have to see if she can add a box to go with my madman.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Do Unto Others

I often make meals for people. When they're sick. Or they have a miscarriage. Or they lose a loved one. Or they break their foot. Or I just know they're having a rough go of things. I do it because I remember when I had my babies, and ladies from the church took turns bringing us supper. I remember when Dad was sick, and how it felt when anyone did anything nice. (And how it felt when no one did anything nice at all.)

There is just something about someone doing something, anything at all, that says "I'm with you. I care. I can't fix it, but I can do this one thing for you, and maybe it will help." At least, that's what I'm saying when I send a meal, or flowers, or whatever.

So when someone sends you a meal like this one...


When someone takes the time to ask your kids at church (while she's teaching children's church for you) what you like to eat, and what your kids like to eat, and then makes all of it. (Seriously, ALL OF IT. Lasagna and Kraft Dinner and pizza. Who does that?) Plus a whole bunch of other stuff, like that amazing mandarin and almond salad. And you only have a cold, after all...

You feel loved. And humbled. And determined to look for ways to make someone else feel the way that she made you feel.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

After a long day of coughing...


I added whipped cream tonight. It was the right thing to do.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Don't Tell Glen

(I don't think I'm going to make it. I seriously have NOTHING to say.)

Here's are some pictures of cats I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant to get, but know I totally shouldn't. But look at them. I especially like the second one. She's like a scraggly version of Fizz. They found her living with a feral cat colony. She was going blind. I think she must be a bad ass like Jynx was. Sooooooooooo tempting.



Sunday, November 16, 2014

In Memoriam


I miss this house. I miss coming home to it every day. And decorating it for Christmas. I miss putting perfect meals on the table. I miss cleaning the bathroom with a click, and changing outfits, and my orange fridge. Too soon. It was taken from me too soon.

Sigh.

Your presence I miss,
Your memories I treasure.
Loving you always, 

Forgetting you never.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Shakes

So, I think, the medication I'm taking is giving me the shakes. And possibly making me sicker. Today, after waking up this afternoon feeling even worse than yesterday, I re-read the side effects and discovered I'm taking an immunosuppressant. Actually, what prompted the re-read was my shaking hands. "May cause tremors." So, not only are these stupid drugs possibly letting whatever virus I have run wild, but they're making me sooooooo shakey. Typing this paragraph has taken a lot of backspacing.

So that's it. I'm done for today. This counts.

(Back to the doctor Monday. Because this is DUMB.)

Friday, November 14, 2014

This Better Work


I'm not in the mood to write a post. I still feel like crap, I'm still finishing off antibiotics that didn't do me any good, and now I lose two hours a day sitting with this dumb nebulizer that so far isn't doing any good. And they aren't even a fun two hours. First of all, I can't hear anything over the machine, and second of all I have to keep my eyes closed so the mist doesn't get in my eyes because apparently that's bad. So I can't even read. If I could at least read I would be happy to be forced to sit around doing (almost) nothing. But real, actual nothing is lame. Plus it makes me cough. Isn't it supposed to make me not cough?

Oh hey! I just thought of another way to make a blog super boring!

Number Six: The "Oh My Back!" or
What Are All The Things I Could Possibly Complain About?
 
Don't do that. No one wants to hear the boring details of how sick you are. I can do that here because almost no one is reading this, and I know if you are reading you must have really low expectations, which I'm cool with.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

I Will Burn You

(Before I get started I just need to say that I think this is definitely my lamest Nablopomo EVER, and I'm sorry to be putting all four of you through this just because I'm too stubborn to miss one.)

Let's talk about another show I loooooooooooooooooove. I'm rewatching all of the episodes because it's going to be forever until I get to watch new ones, and I just miss it so badly. If you haven't watched it, don't start. DON'T DO IT! Not until you have a solid week or so of vacation time to burn through. Because you WILL burn.



Oh, yes. Moriarty. I don't think there are enough o's in the world to say how much I looooooooooooove him. He has to be my favourite villain of all time. I could watch that whole pool scene over and over and over and over and over and over and over...

I'd show you more amazing Sherlock scenes, but... in the words of someone else I looooooooooove, "Spoilers!"

(Oh man, I can never start watching Babylon 5 or Battlestar Galactica, can I? This geekiness is getting way out of control.)

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Happiness Is...

Plus.

Plus.


But don't just take my word for it.

We owe it all to Melissa. Except for maybe that mug. I found that all on my own, and trust me, it makes a difference.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Stubborn

The antibiotics aren't working. I've been taking them for nothing. Sigh. I'm still sick. And not very excited to be subbing tomorrow. My ribs hurt from coughing. I'm so tired. I don't have anything interesting to say. I really don't.

Sorry. (But this still counts.)

Monday, November 10, 2014

I Workout

Number Five: Workouts, or Look At Me! I'm Better Than You!

It's not that I'm not super happy that you're working out. It's not even that I don't want to know what it is that you're doing that's tranforming you right in front of my eyes. But let's be honest, I pretty much do know. We all know. It's not like exercise and eating right is some big secret. So it's boring to read about.

And sometimes it comes across braggy. And you deserve to brag about it. Every now and then when you've really done something amazing you should go for it. But I don't want to hear about every single workout. I think this is more of a facebook thing these days, like everything else. I have some friends that almost never post anything other than a status about their run that day, or how many reps they did at the gym, or their run that day to the gym... Yawn. Is that the only interesting thing in your life?

I'd write an example of one of these posts, but I can't since my treadmill has been a clothes drying rack for the last month or two. I suppose I could give an example of a boring post filled with excuses and frustration with myself. Those can't be fun to read either.

You want to know what IS fun? 


This movie. This movie is super fun. We watched it. I loved it. So did the kids.

(K. This one FOR SURE counts.)

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Just The Thing


I'm never drinking tea again. Not until I can drink it from this cup.

(You can order one here. But not till January.)

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Four = Score!

(I really shouldn't have to write a post if I have company over. That should be a rule. Oh well, here goes nothing...)

Here's my adorable nephew, living it up while the other kids are sleeping.


It's good to be four. (Uh oh. The jig is up. I can hear Abbey crying downstairs, "How come Nathan gets to stay up?")

Friday, November 07, 2014

Allons-y!

Oh crap. I have to write a post.

Here's another thing I want to buy. (Becky don't look. You're probably getting one for Christmas. Do you like tank tops? Or t-shirts?)


Maybe if I get myself one of these shirts I'll start working out again.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

I ♥♥ The Doctor

Number Four: The Fangirl, or What I Watched Today

This is where you talk about something a good portion (that's you Melissa) of your readers have no knowledge of, and so can't enjoy reading. But you don't care, so you ramble on and on and bore the socks off of at least half (you again Melissa) of the people reading. (Becky is the other half. And she'll be on board. On board the Tardis! Allons-y!)

   

Doctor Who and Donna? Has there ever been anything better on TV than this moment when they meet again? I don't think there has. Don't get me wrong. I love Rose. LOVE Rose. And Amy. But Donna is my favourite. And now that I'm watching them all over again, I just love her even more.

It's been interesting watching them all a second time. I didn't really have many super strong feelings about any of the episodes the first time. I just kind of liked everything. And if something sad happened, I just kind of felt sad. The second time though, it's all so different. I definitely have episodes that I think are dumb and a waste of my time, and my favourites stand WAY above the rest. And sad things? Like Rose wanting to hear the Doctor say the words? And him not being able to? I just...

Anyways. I ordered a (it's a surprise) today. I think with the purchase of my very first Doctor Who merchandise I can officially call myself a Whovian. I only wish I had a baby. Then I could order him a Stormageddon onsie. That would be fantastic. Oh well. Next will be a mug I think. I have it narrowed down to these two: 


That is all.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Memories...

I can't think of anything boring to post about tonight. And since I'm pretty sure Melissa and the other Becky are the only people reading this, I don't even feel that bad about it.

So, since I've seen links to Jimmy Kimmel's annual Halloween prank all over facebook, and it's bringing back fond memories, I'm going to repost the video that I took of the boys the day after Halloween last year.



And then, since I was on youtube anyways, I ended up watching this video again. It just always makes me happy.



Oh man. I can't breath. Literally. When I laugh I choke. And the sight of Doft and Carolyn at the end of that video always cracks me up.

There we go. That was a good post. High five!

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

#foodasyawn

Here's another boring blog post that's actually more of a facebook thing nowadays.

Number Three: The Menu, Or What I Ate Today

These types of posts are usually accompanied by a unappetizing photo of something totally ordinary that the cook seems to be (inexplicably) proud of and wants everyone to see and comment on. "Wow! That looks amazing! You're sensational!"

This is not to say that this type of post doesn't have the potential to be very un-boring. There are a lot of very famous food blogs out there. But let's face it, most of us regular folks should not be posting pictures of what we ate that day. Like this:


It's not that it's gross... Well, except for the part where I burnt the ham. But it's not worth a photo. I don't understand this obsession with everyone knowing what you had for supper. Or lunch. Or snack. Yay you, you made a healthy smoothy, took a picture, posted it and tagged it #foodasfuel. Big deal. I made one yesterday too. No one cares. Get over yourself.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Second Verse, Same As The First

Continuing on our mind-numbing journey through the most boring types of blog posts today I give you:

Number Two: The Ditto , or Why Not Talk About the Same Thing Again?

So today I woke up feeling terrible again. Actually, possibly worse. I feel like I'm choking, and Ben's inhaler isn't helping as much as it used to. And the wheezing hasn't gone away. It's the wheezing that has me worried. So this morning I called my doctor's office again, to make an appointment to see him. Last week I discovered that he is no longer taking same day appoinments, and that if I wanted to see him I'd have to wait a week, or I could see some unknown bozo. In Yorkton, we have a lot of bozo doctors, and I have one of the few good ones. Last week I just hung up, and figured I'd just go to the walkin if I got bad enough because a walkin bozo is about the same as an unknown bozo. In the end I never got around to going to the walkin, mostly because it seems totally pointless. Anyways. Where was I? Oh yeah. I called my doctor's office and made an appointment for Thursday. They said I could call every day if I wanted to see if they could fit me in earlier. I figure at this rate I'll still be sick on Thursday anyway, so whatever. Then I went back to sleep. I missed a subbing call, and woke up choking on mucas again. Bath. Force children to practice piano. Make supper. Then an SCC meeting. And bed.

I tell you, I am LIVING. (And yes, I fully realize how lucky I am that I don't have a job right now. At least I can be miserable at home, and not have to drag myself out of my nice warm house out into the cold world.)

There you have it. A little bit louder, and a little bit worse. Isn't this fun?

Sunday, November 02, 2014

What Did I Do Today?

I think this might be my worst NaBloPoMo ever. Not only do I have nothing interesting to say, which is common, but I don't have the energy to try and come up with something. So, instead of fighting it, I'm gonna roll with it. This week we're going to explore, in no particular order, the most boring types of blog posts. If you find yourself doing these things, trust me, you're boring. (Like meeeeeeee!)

Number 1: The Diary, Or What I Did Today

Last night Ben was up all night puking. It was bound to happen. Sam was sick on Thursday/Friday. And Hannah was sick the week before. We were doomed. It's been extra awesome because I am super sick with a brutal cough that just might kill me. Seriously. Sometimes when I'm coughing at night and close to passing out I imagine scrawling a goodbye message on a post-it note and leaving it for my family to find stuck to my cold, dead body... Where was I? Oh yeah. Ben was up puking. Till 7am. Hannah started at 10am. I slept through Hannah though. I got up at around 2pm when Glen had to leave for school, because of course, it's midterms. I hung out in my bed for an hour or two, and then I dragged myself out of bed to make supper for the kids. Before I did that, I put some leftover soup in the freezer, to save for later. When I shut the door, it popped the lid of the soup off, and my banh phat pho spilled through both drawers of frozen food. Sigh. So while the kid's supper cooked I got to take everything out of the freezer, clean it off, put it downstairs in the deep freeze, wipe out the inside of the freezer, pull the fridge out, and clean the floor and underside of the fridge. Awesome. Then supper time at last. I ate three mini Crunchie bars and some milk because there wasn't enough soup for me and I was too tired to make the ravioli I had planned for myself. While the boys happily ate their soup, I forced Hannah to try hers. It took about ten minutes of arguing before she finally tasted it and realized she liked it. Sigh. Of course, none of them finished their soup, so I could have had some after all, but I'm too scared to eat it because of their flu germs. Now I'm on the couch playing Wipeout on the Wii with the boys, then bedtime, when I'll probably cough till 3am or so before being exhausted enough to fall asleep. I'm looking forward to it. If I'm still wheezing/coughing/dying tomorrow I'll go to the doctor. I'm looking forward to that too.

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Saturday, November 01, 2014

November!

Well, this poor blog must get pretty lonely sometimes, but not in November baby! I wonder if some year I'll just decide it's okay to break with tradition and skip Nablopomo? I can't even imagine.

Since I'm still sick with this darn cough, and now a bit of a wheezing problem, and tired, and my ankle is throbbing from all that walking last night reminding me that today is the three year anniversary of breaking the crap out of it... I'm feeling like a bit of a baby today, and so I'm going to kick off this wild month of blogging with this picture from last night that most of you have probably already seen on facebook...



I wish I could post the video of Ang and Ben and me in the haunted yard. We had a pretty great Halloween together.