Showing posts from November, 2006

Grollier: The Book Club From The Pit

Spring 2004 - Becky makes the fatal mistake of signing up for a kids book club with Grollier.
Spring - Winter 2004 - Becky receives and pays for a number of kids books, then decides she's had enough and cancels her membership.
Winter 2004 - Becky moves at around the same time she cancels her membership so she also gives Grollier her new mailing address. She receives a few more books in the mail from Grollier at her old address and marks them "return to sender - MOVED" and drops them in the mail.
May 2005 - After not hearing from Grollier for 5 months Becky receives a letter in the mail from a collection agency telling her she owes around $30.00. After calling Grollier to confirm and tell the company her mailing address again Becky pays it.
September 2005 - Becky receives another letter from another collection agency telling her she owes around $70.00. Becky gets really angry and now things start to get messy...

So I phoned Grollier. I find out that they have charged me late p…

Sometimes it's easy.

Lots of people hate snow. It's pretty common for someone living in Saskatchewan to say something like, "If it never snows again, that would be too soon." I love it, but it's easy for me. I don't have to get up in the morning and shovel it off my car. I don't have to try to drive to work through it, and then get stuck in it along the way. I don't even have to be outside in it all day like my dad does.

Instead, I get to watch it gently falling outside my window, covering the world outside in a pristine whiteness that makes even ugly things like our house look like a Christmas card. I get to take my sweet little boy outside with it softly falling around us and watch as his face lights up when he discovers a whole new world in our driveway. I get to laugh while he "helps" me shovel the driveway and then I get to bring him inside with his soft cheeks all cold and pink and his eyes bright with pleasure. I get to look forward to sled rides and snowmen.…

Ang Wannabe

My eye hurts. I hope it's not iritis again. I hate getting that. I hate the drops. I hate walking around with one of my eyes dialated. I hate when the drops don't work and I have to get a needle in my eye. I hate worrying that I am going to have to have a needle in my eye.

I wish my eye would stop hurting.

See Ang? I can post three times in one day too!

How come?

Why is it that one of my children always wakes up early and the other one always sleeps in? Why can't they get it together, at least once in a while, and we could all sleep in? I swear they have some kind of schedule set up to make sure they never sleep in on the same day.

It's sort of like in high school when Sheila and I would buy the same clothes and then have to make rules about what days we were allowed to wear our Wind River sweatshirts and what days were off limits...

Guess What?

You'll never guess so I'll tell you. Tonite I went out on a girl's night with my friend Darcie. (Yes I know! I actually went out. With no kids. This is huge! But there's more! There is!) We went to this shopping night at The Bay. Darcie bought us tickets. We got coupons and food and a fashion show. Sound lame? Then I am guessing you probably aren't usually stuck shopping with two little kids crying in your cart. We had a lovely time shopping at a nice leisurely pace for once. I bought some fabulous Clinique lotion, body wash, and lip gloss and some jammies for Ben. Then it was time for the draws. I got to enter the Clinique draw plus the draw just for buying something plus a draw for spending over $100.00. (That Clinique stuff is pricey!) Anyways... As we watched the first few draws with no results I said to Darcie, "I'm going to be ticked off if I don't win anything. I never win anything. If only one of us wins something we have to share." She di…

La boo.

How do you say boo in french? Or sucky? What a let down. You can read this dumb article if you want to, but I couldn't make it through it so I don't expect anyone else to. Stinkin. I'm just glad I wasn't one of the almost 13000 people in the stands freezing my whatoozee off just to watch something I really didn't want to see. Ah well... At least we have cool hats...

The Day The Music Died

When I was around ten I remember thinking that when I got older everything would be so different. I remember this because I was reading Blubber and the little girl in the book writes that she thinks her costume makes her look at least twelve... Maybe even thirteen! I thought, "That is so old. I wonder what it feels like to be really old."

That's why I was so surprised as the years went by that I didn't feel any different. I was still me, only older. It seemed so strange to me that I didn't seem to change, only my age did. I thought I was going to be a totally different person when I got older and it was looking like I had been wrong about that. I would always be Becky, I would always be the same.

I think that's why I was so surprised (again) when a few years ago I turned into a totally different person. At least from my perspective. I suddenly started seeing myself differently than I had before. If I had often looked at myself as a smart person with limitless p…

Actual Phone Conversation

Me: Hello?

Phoner: Hello, could I please speak with (pause) Mr. (long pause) Glen Williams?

Me: Who's calling?

Phoner: This is Capital One calling.

Me: What is this regarding?

Phoner: I would like to speak with Mr. Williams.

Me: Yes, I know that, what do you want to speak to him about? (starting to insert cold and scary substitute teacher voice into conversation)

Phoner: This is Capital One, he has an account with us...

Me: Yes I know, this is his wife, my name is right beside his on the card and I asked you to tell me what this phone call is about.

Phoner: Is there a better time to talk with Mr. Williams?

Me: No, he is a busy person and since this is probably just some offer of a new service or some kind of free trail period I am not going to bother telling him you want to talk to him. If this is important than you can tell me what it is about and I will make sure you get to talk to him. Otherwise you can forget it.

Phoner: Well... (longish pause then racing through script) I am actually ca…

Some Observations

Babies cry a lot when they are sick.Toddlers leave snot everywhere when they are sick.Chicken soup tastes much better if you don't make it yourself.If your phone rings and it is a long distance number from Ontario, and there is no one there when you answer it, you are guaranteed to hear from a telemarketer within the next half hour.Tickly throats are really irritating.Kleenex tissues with lotion really do keep your nose from getting all dried out no matter how many times you have to wipe it. (It sucks that they come in such ugly boxes though.)
Leftover chicken stir fry smells very bad if it is over a month old.If you sell your piano to get it out of your garage and it never gets picked up you still won't be able to park in your garage.
Playing cars for hours at a time can be very boring.It is hard to get baby puke out of your clothes if your baby has prunes for supper.A clean bedroom feels really good.When you only clean one room in your house it makes the rest of your house see…

Calling In Sick

So the boys got sick Friday. I got sick Sunday. Really sick. I feel like crap. Last night I said to Glen, "I wish you would get sick so you could stay home with me." Which, I know, sounds selfish and mean to most of you. But at least if Glen was sick then there would be two sick people to do the work of caring for two sick babies. Instead of one. Me.

Happily, Glen gets earned days off for his extra-curricular stuff. I made him take one. I figured if today isn't a good day to take one then what is? So now there is one healthy person to do the work of taking care of two sick babies and one sick mommy. Hurrah.

I said on Dixie's blog today (who is home sick with no hubby to help, poor girl) that I wish that sick stay-at-home moms could call in sick and there was some kind of fairy godmother that would come and watch our kids and bring us tea... Now if I could just get Glen to make me tea I would have it made.

I'm going to go lie down. I feel dizzy.

It's not super.

Okay, so my mood of a few hours ago has taken a drastic turn. Like Carrie I am going to use point form to explain:
Also like Carrie: "that time" arrived this afternoon.I just spent 2 hours shopping at Superstore trying to spend the $200.00 necessary to get the free $25.00 gift card, only to find out at the till it doesn't go into effect until tomorrow. The cashier tells me this happens all the time since they send the coupon out the day before it is allowed to be used. Hello? Wouldn't you think someone would notice this and adjust the coupon accordingly? No. Stinkin'. I hate that place more than anywhere else on earth. Now tomorrow I have to go back and do my grocery shopping all over, because not only are they "unable" to use our receipt tomorrow to give us the $25.00... They are also "unable" to keep even our non-perishables behind the customer service desk for us to pick up. I swear, I was very close to buying it all and telling them I'd…

This one's for you Donna...

I am loving my neighborhood today.

I love the way melting snow smells and sounds.

I love the sunshine coming through our south facing windows, even though it is making it very difficult to see my monitor right now.

I love all the birds here. Do you know we actually get Blue Jays in our backyard? We do and they are so pretty! The other day we had a squirrel too. (It freaked me out at first... I thought it was a rat.)

I love how the police always get called by someone on our street when there is a loud party. We never have to do it. Someone always calls and the police always show up and shut it down.

I love the neighbors on either side of us. They are both older couples and they are always so nice to us. This fall one of the ladies baked us a pie and brought it over still warm from the oven while we had our garage sale. When we took Ben to their houses on Halloween they dumped way too much candy in his pumpkin pail and asked for pictures of him.

I love it when my neighborhood friend Darci …

I am so smart. S-M-R-T!

You paid attention during 97% of high school! 85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!

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Happy Pickle Appreciation Day!

I got an card in my email today from Auntie Susan that really touched me...

So hug a pickle you love, or even better, hug a pickle I love...

The Secret Language of Babies

I was going to write a post about the coolest Oprah show ever, but some otherbloggers beat me to it. Now I've lost my motivation. So you'll just have to read about it here... Or come over and watch the best bits of it again with me, 'cause I taped it and then pushed in that little tab that prevents you from taping over what you taped... On your tape.

It was cool though. SOstinkin' cool. Really cool. I wish Sam was young enough to test this stuff on. I'm dying to see this in real life, and on DVD, but I have to wait for both apparently.If this post makes no sense to you then you have only Becky and Heather to blame.

Too bad I'm not a better photographer...

On our way into Saskatoon this weekend we had to stop to take some pictures...
The freezing rain that fell last week coated the prairies with ice. The rays of the setting sun caused the ordinary fields around us to glow like everything in them was made of glittering glass. It really was breathtaking.It lit up some other stuff too. Just as beautiful... Just as breathtaking.

Home, where my music's playing.

It's good to be home... Where I can do the dishes or leave them dirty for days and no one cares... Where my computer remembers all of my user identities and passwords... Where I can watch whatever I want on TV whenever I want and no one judges me, maybe tomorrow I'll watch The Bachelor just to celebrate, or how about not... Where there is no dog stepping all over me, my boys, and my stuff all day... Where I can wear pajamas during the day and I don't have to put on a bra if I don't feel like it... Where my Sealy Posturepedic waits to cushion me in soft but firm niceness, is that like a close but distant relative?... Where Ben can sleep all alone in his own bed and even go down for a nap without crying... Where all of the bookmarks in my sidebar have cute little pictures beside them... Where I can turn the heat as high or as low as I want and not get into trouble for it... Weeeeee! I gotta get me a sweater. It's freezing in here! Hurrah!

Too bad home is in Dorkton, o…

To go, or not to go: that is the question.

Happy HallelujahCarsIsOutOnVideo Day!!!

It's finally here. I don't think I've anticipated a movie release with this much excitement since The Lord of the Rings special editions came out.

Do you know that Ben watches the preview for Cars on youtube about twenty times a day? Do you know that he reads his Cars story book over and over? Do you know that whenever he sees a preview on TV he cries when it is over? Do you know know that he can sit for literally and hour and look at the pictures of all the cars on the Cars website? Do you know how happy I will be when I can pop that movie in the DVD player and let him watch it to his little car-lovin' heart's content?

I don't think you do. That's why I'm telling you.

It's a happy day in the Willems' household. Oh happy day, oh happy day! When we brought Cars into our house to stay!

Beck Talkin'

I love Corner Gas, and in that light I give you this malarky post...

Hello people in the internet. This blog is probably going to be pretty groundbreaking. I’m going to talk about a few things that many of you may or may not be willing to hear. Maybe some things that you’re not ready to hear. For instance: I wonder why Wile E. Coyote doesn't ever contact Acme customer support. In reality a lot of the products he receives from them do not function the way they are supposed to. Perhaps you will say that Wile E. is not using the products the way they are intended to be used. That is a fair argument, especially when you take time to think about how he very often uses the products in dangerous places. A person can't blame the company if the customer does things like putting Acme birdseed on railway tracks without first checking for oncoming trains. If anything, then the Coyote should have tried putting the birdseed somewhere that trains don't drive.

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I'm begging you...

I feel like I need a vacation. I'm hiding out in the basement right now. Glen has both boys upstairs and I just heard him exclaim, "Benjamin Willems!" I don't wanna go up there. Don't make me go up there.

What a dream I had...

I had this weird dream last night. Those who know me well know that this is not an uncommon occurrence, but since this one involved the Riders, I thought I'd share...

I dreamt the Riders were coming to play a game in Martensville. On Halloween. Only Halloween fell on a Sunday in my dream. I dreamt the game was going to be at Martensville Alliance Church, I assumed in the parking lot... I was on the decorating committee and I had found some old Riders banners to hang up somewhere. As we drove to the game in our truck, I pondered how I would hang them outside, since there are no fences or anything anywhere nearby. I came up with the idea of taping each end of the banners to big sticks and then banging the sticks down into the ground. Genius! When we got there the parking lot was all full of cars and Aunty Susan and Uncle Marvin were carrying out some leftover donuts and coffee from the worship service... For people to snack on. I thought that was nice, to share our donuts. I thought,…

My Dinasour

Ahhhh Ben... What can I say about my little dinosaur? We got him all dressed up and on our way out the door he spotted the candy jewlery we bought to hand out. He had to have one of the watches. He likes clocks. What can I say? That clock. I wish he hadn't seen it. It really slowed us down. If you've ever tried to get a toddler to walk while they have candy strapped to their wrist then you know what we went through trying to get Ben from house to house in our neighborhood. We stopped and saw his little friend Karson and then took him to see some of our neighbors and friends from church. He wasn't an angel, but he was a perfect little dinosaur...

He spotted the orange garbage bags that people put on their lawns and look like pumpkins and was certain they were giant tomatoes. When I tried to explain that they were pumpkins he emphatically stated, "No. It's a big fatatoe Mummy." He kept messing up the pictures I tried to take of him by running all over the place …