Showing posts from 2007

Merry Christmas To All...

... And to all a good night.

One: Boys In New Jammies

We have a Christmas Eve tradition that was started by my parents. On Christmas Eve the boys, and sometimes me too, get new pajamas. I love it. Like my mom, to me there's not much better than freshly bathed children in new jammies, all cuddly and sweet smelling...... Unless you count waking up Christmas morning to sweet little boys vibrating with excitement in their cute new jammies. That's pretty good too.

Two: Dumb Stuff

I swear I didn't plan it this way, but "Two" is dumb stuff again this year. Last year it was this awesome ridiculously humongous wreath on the door of one of Glen's mom's condo neighbours. It still makes me laugh like crazy every time I see it. I used to wonder what the owners of that particular condo were thinking when they bought it. I have since discovered that it was purchased by a husband and brought home to his gob-smacked wife who mentioned that she thought maybe it might be a little large, but her concerns were brushed aside. LOL. That makes it even funnier than it was before. That poor woman. Ha ha ha! See? It still makes me laugh.

Something else that still makes me laugh is this:Oh man. Look at that dumb goose. He's so awesome. I've instructed my parents to leave him to me in their will. I'd cry if he ever got lost... Bitter tears of overwhelming grief and loss.

My mom has all these fake birds on her Christmas tree, and one year, because I hav…

Three: These Things

These are my very favorite cookies. And they're only available at Christmas time. They cost $2.00 a pack, but I'd pay at least $6.00. Yes. They are that good. LOL.

If you dip them in milk the sprinkles make a rainbow in your cup.

Four: You Know Who You Are

I promised myself I would only spend an hour working on this tonight. So far I'm only an hour past that. I think it's worth it though:
I'm on my way to Christmas with my family today. In just a few short hours I'll be standing right outside your door. (If you are my mom and dad anyways...) I love Christmas so much, the presents, the trees, the food, and most of all, my... ... ... I can't think of a good enough adjective... Family. I'm sure hoping all my Christmas wishes come true this year and we're all together.

Five: Mr. Clean Magic Erasers

I suppose if I was a little less careless about where I leave my sharpies I wouldn't be greeted by this sight when I come back to the computer after being gone for 2 minutes to help Ben go potty:
I also wouldn't be as fond of these things as I am:Seriously. Mr. Clean has saved me more times than Jesus.

(LOL. Sorry. Sorry! I am JUST JOKING. I only put that in there so Shirley would report me to the pastor. I'm hoping my blasphemy will require a home visit, possibly involving pizza and a Life rematch... Except... If you think about it, it only took once for Jesus to save me, and Mr. Clean has saved me at least five times that I can remember.)

Six: Noah (UPDATED)

I love Noah. I miss him. He is definitely one of my favorite things. How could he not be? Look at him! Don't you just want to squish him? (Don't though. He's got some pretty intense personal boundries.)Everyone in our family is a little down in the dumps right now. If you don't read my Dad's cancer blog then you probably don't know that my nephew is sick. The poor little guy has a bad cold with some chest congestion, which is bad enough, but with Dad's immune system the way it is, and with his transplant right around the corner, if Noah isn't better then we won't all get to be together this Christmas. My brother Jonathan, his wife Melissa, and my best nephew Noah won't get to come to our family Christmas.

This sucks. It sucks so bad, I can't even tell you. We need this. We really do. We need to be together. I'm crying just thinking about it, so I can't even imagine what Johnny and Melissa are feeling. It's not exaggerating to say…

Seven: The Game of Life

Yup. There are days, lots of days, when life sucks. It's hard. Sometimes it feels like there's no rhyme or reason to it, like you're just spinning a wheel and things happen to you randomly. Who gets kids, who doesn't? Who gets sick, who doesn't? It seems like no matter how well you plan, something always happens to mess those plans up, and the minute you start getting ahead you're hit with college fees and suddenly you're $200 000.00 down.
But you know what? When you have people you love by your side it makes it so much better. I think God gives us people like that to let us know He's there too.

I'm glad I'm not driving down this road called life all by myself.

Eight: Hoarfrost


Nine: Lindtt

Christmas. That blessed time of year when we celebrate the birth of Christ, God's gift of salvation... By eating chocolate and lots of it. Is Jesus really the reason for the season? Or is it Lindtt? I have to tell you. It's a tough one. Lindtt gets me pretty ding danged close to heaven. Any closer and I might have to declare it a tie.

Ten: Sleeping Ben

I love sleeping Ben. Not because it gives me a break, or because it usually means it's the end of my day, although those are both good reasons. I love sleeping Ben because he is just so darn cute...Here he is almost hanging off of my bed. Slightly scary, but still cute. Don't worry. I moved him right after I took his picture...Here he is crashed after preschool. He doesn't usually nap anymore, but on preschool days he always needs a little sleep after he gets home. It usually happens fairly spontaneously...Whoops. I woke him up trying to take his picture...
Don't worry though.
He was out again fairly quickly...
And I moved him somewhere a little more comfy after I took his picture.
You know what else? He still laughs in his sleep. His very first laugh was while he was sleeping when he was around two months old. He still does it, usually in the morning about an hour before he wakes up. I always wonder what he is dreaming about because he doesn't just snigger a little. H…

Eleven: Scrabulous

Some of you may know this already because you are forced to play endless games with me, but I am addicted to Scrabulous. I can't get enough. As if my facebook addiction wasn't already out of control, I usually have somewhere around ten games going at all times. I always save them till last too. When I get on facebook I check my wall and messages, and then usually read my news feed, then I cruise through some pictures, and THEN it's time for Scrabulous. Here's a game in which I tooled all over my poor mom. Which was sad, because I think she used the cheat-o-matic the whole game and I quit using it halfway through.

I used to be all about the cheat-o-matic. There's a warning at the top of the page that states, "Please don't use the Scrabble cheat-o-matic for normal gameplay, unless you are really stuck. You will find scrabble much more satisfying if you rely on your own wit." I laughed when I first read that. I would never consider relying on my own wit i…

The Twelve Days of Christmas... Again

Well people. It's that time of year again. Time for me to count my blessings... Backwards from twelve. So let's get started with a really Christmassy one:

Twelve: When things go exactly as I want them to.

(This one should really be saved for the number one position, but it's way too much work to make this list anything other than "in no particular order".)

Oh my word, I really do love it when things turn out just how I imagined they would.

The other night we decorated our tree. It was fabulous. Glen video taped, I took some cute pictures, and the boys were adorable x10. There was no fighting or crying or whining. Ben worked so hard to put up the beads and garland and they all ended up in one conglomerated (Don't you love that word?) mess at the bottom of the tree. We broke some ornaments I bought from a garage sale, but they weren't my favorites anyways, so I didn't care. Sammy tried to eat some ornaments, but managed to get a few up on the tree all on h…

It's Here!

You have no idea how fabulous my basement smells! Mmm. Partylite goodness.

Everyone's candle orders are all ready to be delivered... There were only a couple mix-ups for me to straighten out. For instance, I'm not sure who ordered this:
It doesn't show up on my invoice anywhere. I'll have to check over everyone's orders, and hopefully I'll figure it out. Till then I'm putting it in my living room. I think it looks nice with my Christmas decorations.

Birthday-A-Rama Comin' Atcha!

Many years ago I stepped out of my comfort zone into a world of strangers and new experiences and spent my first summer working at Redberry Bible Camp. You have no idea how many times I've thanked God that I took that step into the unknown. Today is one of those times.

Today I'm thinking about Value Village and Sherbet. I'm thinking about nachos made with moldy cheese and buying bags of bread to feed (or huck at) geese. I'm thinking about fights in campsites and early morning swimming lessons. I'm thinking about long talks and walks on the beach. I'm thinking about waiting in the rain for an evil plot to come to fruition. I'm thinking about Little Buddies and Big Buddies and cruising Regina in a rickety truck with sports socks pulled up to our knees. I'm thinking about Angerama Comin' Atcha. All day the memories have been flitting through my mind.
We met at camp in 1993. I can't believe it was that long ago. I think I loved her from the moment sh…

Way Back When

I'm home. I wish I wasn't though. I don't think I can tell you how hard it is to leave Dad when he's in the hospital, so I'll tell you something else.

On the drive home today I thought about a great question my mom asked on her blog: "If you could go back to your childhood for one day, what would you do?"

I thought about Stabler Point and walking the path to the beach in the mornings with my brothers and sister all in a line with our towels over our heads pretending to be monks. I thought about playing Barbies with Sheila Friesen and fighting over which Barbie got to be Ken's girfriend. I thought about dressing up Sweetums our cat in my doll clothes, and then a few years later doing the same thing to Jynx. I thought about my favorite teachers and field trips to the Forestry Farm. I thought about afternoons at Gramma and Grampa's with all of my cousins and enough food to feed a small country. I thought about the summer I slept every night in the play…

I Made It!

Well people, I did it. Thirty days of posts! Sing with me:

Feels good.

A Whole Lotta Nothin'

You know how I always say I have nothing to say and then I talk for a really long time? I'm going to do it again. Sort of. I'm completely at a loss tonight. Really. So you're getting a post made up of anything I can scrape together.
I had a massage again today. Last time I went the girl could barely touch me because I was so sore. I think it was pretty much a waste of time. Today I wasn't as sore and things went better. I feel fab. I wish I could go for a massage every day of my life.
I got to order free stuff from my PartyLite party. I'm VERY excited. Aunty Susan was wondering what I got. So just for her (and my mom) :Glen wrote a comment about my last post. I thought it was hysterically funny and I wouldn't want any of you to miss it so here it is:

"Here's a rough approximation from last night in the tub:

[We hear Sammy crying in the bathroom. Glen enters.]

Glen: Ben, did you pour water on Sammy's head?

Ben: No. I didn't. Little Doodey ... Little …


Someone named Little Dudey has been sneaking into the bath with Ben and Sam. Glen and I have never seen him, but over the last week we've been advised of his presence, and his behavior. Ben assures us that Little Dudey is the one who has been pouring water on Sam and stealing his bath toys. We suspect that Little Dudey has been doing this for a very long time and unfortunately, since Glen and I have never actually seen him, we blamed Ben for tormenting poor Sam. It's an important discovery that answers many questions.

The only question left unanswered is, how do we convince Little Doodey to behave himself in the bath if we never actually get to speak with him? It's a conundrum.

Deck the Halls!

It's that time of year again! Christmas has come to alittlestone! Yay!

I've got the tree up over here again. I put up your ornaments from last year, but there's still LOTS of room for more! So send me a photo of your favorite ornament, or anything you'd like really, and I'll put it on the tree.

Trav suggested last year that I put up a running list of whose ornaments are whose, so I'll put that list in the comments on the tree page just for him. Someone else suggested that I make it so that when you click on each photo you could get a zoom in view. I think that's a fab idea, but since I only have a hazy idea of how I would go about that, it'll have to wait till next year. Hey! Don't complain! You're getting your list aren't you? (Fine. Because it's for Christmas, I'll ask Glen if he can help me, but don't hold your breath. We're not that smart. For now, I'll just make the tree a lot bigger than it was last year.)

Serenity Now

I'll tell you something that I've recently discovered about myself. I'm tired of drama over dumb things. I say, if you don't like it, change it, ditch it, or shut up. Simple.

Lately I find myself going with the ditch it option a lot more than I used to. I just find myself thinking, "It's not worth it, so forget it" more than I ever have before. I'm not sure if this is growth or decline. In some ways, I think it's great. For practical purposes, I've found myself feeling less stressed, less angry, and with a lot more time on my hands. In theory though, it means that I am prepared to give up on my ideals and desires if a hurdle is placed in my path.

The starting gun is fired, I start to run, I see the hurdle. Maybe I jump one, or even two hurdles, and then when the third one springs up in front of me I shrug my shoulders and walk off the track to get myself a nice iced tea and maybe some Spitz... And leave the jumping and sweating to the people who…

Green is the Colour!


This is all I've got for you tonight...

One of my all time favorite movie moments:

I literally LOL every time I see this. When I first noticed it, it was even better. Things are always funnier when you think you're the only one who saw it. It makes you feel so special. Enjoy.

Blast from the Past

Our Halloween candy is finally gone. All that's left is this:
I didn't think they even made these things anymore. Doesn't just looking at it bring back memories?
Memories of eating all of my candy the first week and being left with only the gross stuff like raisins and licorice.Eating all of the gross stuff the next week and being left with only Halloween kisses. (Heh heh. Cause those things are grosser than gross.)
Eating all of the Halloween kisses the next week and being left with only one other option: To raid your hording sister's bowl which has barely been touched since she spent her first evening sorting and counting it.
Which leaves us with the burning question: What's creepier? The fact that somewhere on our Halloween route was someone who not only found, but purchased and handed out, every child's nightmare candy... Or the fact that Ang used to still have plenty of good Halloween candy left weeks, even months, after normal children had gorged themselves…

Because I Have To

I've come this far. I can't stop now.

I would today though. I'm really not in the mood to post. My original plans for a post today are being postponed because I'm sick. If I wasn't doing NaBloPoMo I wouldn't post at all, but I am. So I will. Unfortunately for you that means you are about to hear about my day, since I am not in the mood to be fun, funny, or creative. I'm also not in the mood to be thoughtful, interesting, or insightful. In fact, if I were you I'd find something else to do and tune in tomorrow when, hopefully, I'll be back to my old, amazingly entertaining, self.

I'm sick. I feel like poopy-ca-ca. Literally. Plus I can't stop sneezing, which I actually usually enjoy. (Does anyone else think there's not much better than a good sneeze?) I'm not enjoying it today, because my back hurts. A frickin' lot. And sneezing hurts a frickin' froinkin' lot. And I can't find the ColdFX I bought last month anywhere.


He's here. The Phantom of the opera.

Oh man. I don't think mail has thrilled me this much since... Well, ever! Glen had them mixed up in the junk mail. Can you believe that?


Anyways. I'm excited. We have rockin' seats. In fact, we're so close that I'm planning on wearing flame retardant clothing just to be on the safe side. (Pyrotechnics are a pretty integral component of this show.) EEEEEEEEE! Just thinking about it makes me want to run around the basement in circles squealing like a little girl at her first slumber party. (Hey Jen, do you remember one time when came to a slumber party at your house? I think it was in grade six. You rented Gremlins and I was so scared I made you leave the lights on. I wonder why you never invited me again... ?)

I am having a problem that the arrival of the tickets has only exacerbated. I can't stop thinking about going. I can't stop singing the songs or trying to remember which scene was my favorite the last time I saw it. This wouldn't be a problem at a…

Parenting 380: Advanced Housekeeping

I have something to show you, but before you see it you need to know two things:
I have a really sore back right now. Bending over is quite painful.We have a lot of toys in our basement.
My boys are incredibly skilled when it comes to scattering toys from, literally, one corner of our basement to the other.I'm brilliant!
All right, so that was four things, but close enough. Here's the picture:
Genius! I'm telling you, this is going to change my life!

Overwhelmed by Expectation

High expectations. We all have them. Sometimes they spur us on to do great things and be great people. And sometimes... They are crippling.

I saw a show on Oprah a long time ago about new moms and their expectations for motherhood. So many of them expected being a perfect mom to come easily. They expected to hold their baby for the first time and love it more than their own lives. They expected to take that baby home and feel fulfilled more than they ever had before. They expected days filled with tickling and playing, coloring and storybooks. The truth was, they didn't. The truth is, while I've heard that this happens to some people, I don't know any.

And yet, I still find myself surprised when I hear moms confess to feeling overwhelmed, stifled, frustrated, and like failures. I'm surprised when I find out people who I think are amazing moms yell at their kids sometimes and would rather spend an hour reading a book with a bag of chips than playing blocks with their two…

If I hadn't seen it myself...

... I may not have believed it. Or at least I would have taken some convincing. Yay Riders! I'm sure there are tears of joy being wept all across the Rider Nation tonight.

My Not-So-Dirty Little Secret

I used to eat soap. When I was a little girl Mom had to hide it or I'd find it and come out of the bathroom frothing at the mouth.

Yesterday I found a bar of soap on lying in the middle of the kitchen floor. Someone must have taken it from one of the bathroom drawers.
It had bite marks in it.

It's good to know that someday I will have someone to share my love of Thrills gum with. (Yum. Soapy goodness.)

Ang is Coming

She just called from Springside.

"How much farther is it from Springside?"

LOL. Fifteen minutes Ang.

This weekend will probably be the greatest test to my nablopomo commitment. We have a lot of faithfully taped ANTM and Beauty and the Geek to get through. Not to mention a pretty hot date lined up with our favorite hussy. I don't know how I'm going to fit posting into our jam packed schedule of television and sitting around.

And.... Wait for it....

She's here! Hurrah!

I Shop Victoriously!

Hi. I'm Becky and I'm an ebay-oholic.

A few days ago Glen and I were talking about the new ebay ads on TV. He thinks it takes pretty nervy and/or impressive marketing to persuade people that shopping on ebay is like winning something, as opposed to just... Shopping. And paying.

I told him he just didn't get it. It is like winning.

Case in point: I have been looking ALL OVER for this Shake 'n' Go racetrack that my Gramma got Noah last Christmas. I have only been able to find the new version, in which the cars crash up and pieces go flying everywhere. Not really suitable for little Sammy. I'm pretty much convinced it is not for sale in any store in Saskatchewan. I had even begun to despair of ever getting my hands on the perfect gift for my boys, when it occurred to me... Ebay! Of course!

So I ran a quick search, and found some! Hurrah! The feeling of winning rushed over me as I looked through all of the auctions till I found a nice low price from the perfect seller …

I have to say...

I'm kind of loving this posting every day thing. There's something about it that makes me feel free. Which is not what I expected. I expected to feel kind of oppressed by the knowledge that I had to think of something to say every single day for a month.

When I was younger I played the flute. I loved it. I practiced for endless hours every day without fail, without being pushed, and with enthusiasm. And then I stopped. It started to be required instead of something inspired.(That rhyme was for Carrie.) I was taking private lessons and I had to practice for at least an hour every day. So I stopped wanting to, which was weird since I had no problem practicing for 3 hours a day before that. Once it became compulsory, it lost it's fun.

I was a little worried that would happen if I was forced (even if it's just me doing the forcing) to write something. But it hasn't. I know it's still early on, but I really like knowing I will post something every day. It probably ha…

I Don't Get It

I saw this news item online tonight. It's about an art auction at Christie's. Now, in general, I love art. All of it. Even the weird stuff that makes no sense is beautiful on some level. And I can sit and stare at it and find meaning in it. Even if the only meaning is the beauty of simplicity. That's okay. I get it.

What I don't get is how anyone could pay 34.4 million dollars for "simplicity".

I. Don't. Get. It. You like it? Go get someone to make you one just like it and save yourself enough money to buy a kick a** house and an island to put it on. Then hang it over your fireplace, pour a nice glass of wine, and toast yourself for being smarter than the dummy that paid 34.3 million.

But that's just me.

I watched some TV last night...

Alka seltzer has these new commercials with this woman swimming around in bubbly water. I think she's in clothes, but it may have been a swimsuit. I can't remember. Either way, this ad makes no sense to me. Cold medicine commercials are supposed to have things like warm fires and soothing vapors. If I have a cold the last thing I would consider doing is swimming around in bubbly water in my clothes. Brrrrrr. Completely unappealing. Too bad I hadn't been a member of that focus group.

What's with starting shows at 7:02, and 7:32? And I don't mean just starting them late, I mean actually scheduling them to start at 2 minutes past. It's stupid, it's irritating, and all it does it make me miss the beginning of things I want to watch because, like an idiot, I assume they'll start at a time that isn't retarded.

Dancing with the Stars... Just makes me happy. I literally LOL through that whole show. Sometimes I bounce on the couch and clap too. Oh, I love it. …

Hong Kong House

Some people in my life have indicated that it is getting difficult to keep up with all these posts. For that reason, today's post will be super short. Just one quick Ben story:

We decided to go out for Chinese food last night. As we were driving to the restaurant, Ben was pretty excited to go to the "restaurant store" and asked us questions like, "What are you guys going to get?" along the way. We passed by McDonald's on the way and still managed to convince Ben that noodles would be okay for supper. Or at least we thought we'd convinced Ben. As we were being seated by our waitress Ben yells out, "BUT I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO MCDONALD'S!" Poor little guy. The whole restaurant was laughing and he was crying, until the waitress told us they served fries. Then everything was good. (He ended up eating more noodles than fries. Ha ha ha.)

Since I have all this spare time leftover now that I'm not writing a big post on here, I'll try to u…

Don't read this Dad, it's about boobs.

Since I have now completely ran out of things to post about, and since my emergency list is empty, I've resorted to looking through my list of old posts for any ideas that got left as unpublished drafts. The only problem with this idea is that I left most of these posts because I never quite managed to bring them together into some kind of cohesive whole, so actually it might be less work to think of something new.

It might be. But then again, it might not. So here's something I heard about a while ago and have been irritated by ever since...

Have you ever heard of that TLC show, Shalom in the Home? I've watched five minute segments on occasion, but never a whole episode. I wouldn't have even watched that much if I'd had any idea that the Rabbi on that show is about the last person I'd want to take marriage advice from.

Get this: The guy claims women are basically cheating on their husbands when they nurse their babies. Sounds crazy right? Sounds like a joke? Here…

Has this ever happened to you?

I was at this store tonight, which is never a good start to the evening for me, when something strange happened. I was printing off some pictures and went to the till to pay for them. My total was $3.22. I gave the cashier a five dollar bill, then started fishing around in my change. When I came up with my two pennies and handed them over the cashier tells me, "Oh sorry, I can't do that."

WHAT? Uhhhhh?

So I say, "Are you joking?"

So he says, "I've already printed up the receipt, see? You gave me $5.00..."

I interrupt this stunningly ridiculous explanation to say, "Are you joking? This is ridiculous." (I am laughing in disbelief at this point.)

So he says, "Well if I do that then my till won't be right at the end of the night."

WHAT? I mean... Seriously... WHAT?!? Where am I?

So I say, "You will still have just as much money, you will just have a different amount of pennies!" Then, shaking my head and laughing, I interr…

The Time Has Come

That's it. I've run out of post ideas. I was hoping I'd make it a little longer, but apparently a week of posts is as far as I get before I have to start scraping the bottom of the barrel.

So now, it's time to start making use of my emergency post ideas list.

The first idea is to tell you why I'm even concerned about writing a post today since I just wrote one yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and... You get the picture.

So here it is, the big secret, the grand announcement that I've been saving for the day that I can't think of anything to say:

I signed up for NaBloPoMo which is very much like NaNoWriMo, only lamer. I would have done it last year, only I stumbled across the website ten days into November, which was already too late. I guess the question is, why would I bother? What's the point? I don't know. Because it's there?

There are the prizes of course, but since I'm fairly certain I won't win any, I don&#…

Snow Day

You know, winter in Saskatchewan would be fab if it wouldn't get so cold. I love snow. I know some of you will hate me forever for saying that, but I do. Especially when it comes down in those big fat flakes that get caught in your eyelashes, and you can catch on your tongue.

Today was our first real snow in Yorkton. I say "real" to distinguish between the snow that lasts at least a whole day and the fake snow that only lasts an hour or two. The boys and I went outside for a while. Ben had to where his rubber boots because I haven't found any winter boots for him that match his jacket and don't have Lightening McQueen or Spiderman on them. So tacky. (Yes Mom and Dad, I can hear you from here, get him the boots he likes and stop being so prissy, blah blah blah...) Happily it wasn't too cold, so his little tootsies were fine.

Sammy was very excited, which is his usual state. I tell you, that kid gets excited about everything. "SOW! SOOOOOOOOW! SOW! SOW! SO…

Two Things:

One: My new favorite meal is a container of Ben and Sam's fancy Danino brain boosting yogurt (I prefer the raspberry) and some Eggo waffles. But not just any waffles. The new Eggo Plus - Wheat and Blueberry waffles have been rocking my world. I love those things. I want some right now, and I had them for lunch along with a taped episode of Survivor. Mmm... Jeff Probst and waffles dipped in yogurt. (I just dipped the waffles, not Jeff.) What could be better? Not much, I'll tell you that for free.
Two: Since the posts have been flying by at the speed of sound lately, I thought some of you might have missed Glen's comment on my post about Glen's Mom's condo/prison. I thought I'd share it here to make sure everyone grasps the full extent of the lunacy going on in that place. Here it is:

By the way, Margaret, the old pinch-faced, lemon sucking think tank you refer to in your imaginings actually exists at my mom's condo. They're called the "condo cops"…