Showing posts from November, 2010

Done Like Dinner

I've seen a few people post this video on facebook. I like it. It gives me goosebumps actually. That is a fantastic group of singers. I was going to post it here to celebrate the end of NaBloPoMo, much like the way I did a few years ago, but I decided to post this video instead:

It makes me happy. I can't explain it, but I burst into tears when I watch it. Well, I can explain that part, I burst into tears fairly easily, and this just makes me really happy for some reason. Not the song. Not Oprah. Just all of it.

So it fits this post, because YAY! 30 posts in 30 days. Done. (Plus one.)

Christmas Finery

This is the post for today:A picture of the kids all ready to have their pictures taken with Santa, and this little tiny bit of gushing: I have the cutest sweetest little crew in the whole wide world. Look at Hannah in her Christmas finery! I can't even begin to express how much fun it is to dress her, especially at Christmas. Yay! Yay! Yay!

It's No Secret. I Like Books.

Hannah is sick. She had a rough night, coughing and coughing, and then puking. As a result I am tired, and was seriously dreading the writing of this post. Lucky for me my friend Carol tagged me in another of those quizzes on facebook. I won't tag anyone else except Sheila, because she's the only one I know who's still doing NaBloPoMo. And she always seems to have something interesting to post, so I won't be hurt if she doesn't need to resort to using a quiz as a post. Here it is:

Have you read more than six of these books? The BBC believes most people will have read only six of the 100 books listed here. Instructions: Copy this into your NOTES. Bold those books you've read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish or read an excerpt. Tag other book nerds. Tag me as well so I can see your responses!

(I bolded the ones I've read like it says, but I put a star by the ones I've read more than once, or ones that are some of m…

Santa's Here!

It doesn't feel like the Christmas season has really arrived until Santa rolls into town... Very slowly, behind a bunch of cars with Christmas lights on them, and some trailers with little kids riding and waving, and a whole bunch of people walking down the street handing out candy canes that I will throw out because my kids won't eat them.

But first, look how cute Hannah is. She's sick, and nothing makes her feel better than sitting in my bed all day watching YouTube videos on my laptop. I understand Hannah. My bed is the best place in the world when I'm sick. Or any time actually. (Which is why you can see my book just behind the laptop.)

I also have to point out her socks. Which took me right back to when Sam was this age.

And moving onto the parade...

Sam got to ride on the float for his preschool. (Don't ask why he isn't wearing mittens. I can't answer that. I never did get a straight answer out of Glen.) His teachers said Sammy was the best Merry Christma…

Getting to Know Me

It's that time of day: The time of day when I realize midnight is coming, and either I'm relieved, because I've posted something I actually wanted to post, or I'm racking my brain trying to come up with something, ANYTHING to post.

And I've got nothing. Which is too bad for you, because last night on facebook I got tagged in one of those "answer all these random questions about yourself" things. And so I give you the ones I feel like answering. There are fifty all together, I wonder how many will end up on here?

Getting to Know You

1. What time did you get up this morning?
Uhhh... Sometime around eleven? I woke up at around nine, but Hannah and I like to hang around in my bed as long as possible in the mornings, and the boys were busy playing Nintendo, and yes, I did think to myself, "This is the life."

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Toy Story 3, I cried through almost the whole thing. That was an intense movie.

4. What is your favour…

Slipped Away

I sort of wish this wasn't an Avril song. It would make it much easier to admit how much I like it. Well, "like" makes it sound like I enjoy it, like it makes me happy, which isn't exactly right, it makes me sad. Obviously.

I miss you,
Miss you so bad
I don't forget you,
Oh it's so sad.
I hope you can hear me, I remember it clearly...

The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same.

I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand.
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't.

I had my wake up
Won't you wake up,
I keep asking why
And I can't take it.
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by.

Now you're gone,
There you go,
Somewhere I can't bring you back.

Now you're gone,
There you go,
Somewhere you're not coming back.

The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same.
I miss you.

I wish someone, I don't know, maybe a grown-up, would redo it. Or maybe not, because maybe part of what makes …

Dear Benjamin,

Today I am told that you are a child with a good heart who knows what is right, and does it. In the past I have worried that because you want so badly to please people that you will try to do it by acting in ways you know are wrong. I have worried that you would follow where you know you shouldn't. But I am told that you don't do that. I am told you take time to think about what you are doing and that you make your own choices. And I am told by you, and I've seen it myself, that sometimes you do things just to make sure that you don't make someone else feel sad. You care about how other people feel, sometimes more than you care for how you feel. You will do things that you believe are right, even if it's not something that you think is fun or even if you would rather be doing something else.

You are a special person Benjamin. You are often unselfish and compassionate. Those are two things that I wish I could be more often. You put others before you, but that doesn&…

I Can't Think of a Title. Can You?

I'm subbing in Ben's class tomorrow. He is SO excited. Plus it's pizza lunch tomorrow, which I would have probably brought Sam and Hannah for anyways, but it just makes the day even more exciting for him. I'm surprised he managed to fall asleep tonight.

Sigh. Someday he won't want me subbing in his class. But for now he does, and we are both looking forward to a fantastic day together tomorrow.

That's all I have for tonight. Except this:

And now you know how it all ends. That duck is such a little jerk. (I censored that sentence. I wanted to call him something that starts with p and ends with a man's name that starts with r and rhymes with a baby farm animal that hatches from an egg, but doesn't swim in a pond and isn't also the name of an Eurasian country. I like to keep things family friendly around here, and if you're old enough to figure out what that word is you're old enough to hear it.)

And seriously, what would you call this post if you …

Oh Yeah, I Almost Forgot

As promised:

Bad Mood

Mad at the world today. I have lots of days like this. I walk around and see old people having coffee with their friends and feel mad. I see some guy driving a junker of a truck around, and he has white hair and the window cracked open and he's smoking, and I feel really mad. I saw this couple Christmas shopping for their grandchildren. Mad. Fuzzy Rider blanket in the mall. Furious. Maple leafs P.J. bottoms in Zellars. Mad. Status updates on facebook about this weekend's big game, even my own, make me angry. Cute picture of Hannah in her church clothes. Mad. The retired guy who lives across the street shovelling his already perfectly shovelled driveway. Really stinking MAD.

With a crap load of sad thrown in just for kicks.

And you know what? I'm having a good day compared to a lot of people who just lost loved ones in car accidents this weekend. Which somehow, just makes it all suck a little bit more.

Hey... Got Any Grapes?

To be continued...

Eat Your Vegetables

I got nothin'.

So I'll tell you about how we've been punishing the children with vegetables lately...

The other day I didn't know what to make for supper, a common occurrence, so I made grilled cheese sandwiches and Campbell's vegetable soup. Which seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to expect children to eat.

You would have thought I offered them rat poison.

The crying. The wailing. And the gagging. GAGGING. It was completely over the top ridiculous. I admit, we don't force the boys to eat many veggies. Mostly, they just eat cucumbers and corn. And that's it. But I still didn't expect them to lose it because of some Campbell's soup. I used to love that stuff. Of course, I used to have to eat cooked peas for supper, or that veggie mix stuff. (I still hate that veggie mix. I never ever eat it.) So Campbell's the soup was like junk food to me.

So in a fit of rage, I declared that our family has a new policy. They WILL eat something they think is…

Worth the Wait?

Well, I started working on this post well before midnight. So it still counts as Friday. Plus it's still Friday somewhere...

Something was going on with my video camera and I ended up having to upload all 576 videos from it onto my computer just to get at the one I wanted. And then I had to upload that one to YouTube. So it took longer than I'd planned for it to take. But I think Hannah is worth the wait. I had trouble picking which "take" to put up, because in an earlier one she sings a little louder and longer. And then in another one she gets very excited when the star takes the owl for a ride through the clouds... But she doesn't say "Bye bye stah." Or "All done." So I picked this one. Because you get a little of everything. She's just so cute though, that none of the videos can fully capture how sweet she is when she watches Twinkle Twinkle. Hope you like it. For most of you it will get pretty boring, but I'm putting it up mostly …

If You Have Small Children...

Don't let them watch this. It's like crack cocaine to them. Hannah is in bed right now sobbing, "Stah! Stah! Bye bye stah! Stah... Stah... ... ... Stah. Stah. Stah? ... ... ... Stah. STAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!"

I wonder how one would go about staging an intervention with a one year old?

"Hannah, we're all here because we love you. And we hate to see the way this obsession has changed you. It's all you think about. You don't want to play with any of your toys anymore. You won't eat. (Okay, you didn't eat before either, but that's not the point.) You can't even sleep at night because all you can think about is when you're going to get your next fix. And Hannah, when Twinkle Twinkle is causing a problem, maybe it is the problem. Help us help you Hannah. You have to let it go. Let the star go."

Fish Fries

Today I'm thinking about fish fries.

For some reason, I have in my head what I remember as our last fish fry with Dad. In the new screen kitchen that Roscoe tore a hole through. I only got one piece of fish, because Ben was hogging it all.

Sometimes, I wish I'd known it was the last _______, so that I could have cemented it into my memory a little better. Like, I wish I knew the last time I rode in the car alone with Dad was going to be the last time. So I could remember what we talked about. Or I wish I could remember the last trip to Canadian Tire, or ride in his truck, or the last thing he cooked for us, or the last TV show I watched with him, or the last story he read to the boys.

The last fish fry, I remember. Which is lucky. I also remember our last phone conversation, and our last hug. I suppose now that there are no new memories to make it's natural to want to lock all the old memories into my mind, to make sure I don't lose them the way we lost him. I took a lo…

A Day in Links

Well, the day in photos isn't going to happen. I'm grumpy and I think I'm getting sick.

But so that we still get to compare and contrast here is a quick break down of the day with some corresponding links, just so that you don't feel jipped:

Spent the morning in bed watching Toopy and Binoo with Sam and Hannah, and trying to read my book.Got a speeding ticket taking Sam to preschool.
Came home and ate cake for lunch to make up for missing it last night, and to cheer myself up while I wrote a cheque to pay the ticket.
Picked up Sammy, who learned some awesome Taekwondo moves and taught them to Hannah.
Picked up Glen from school, and took my new route home, avoiding all school zones because I am physically incapable of driving 40km/hr while teenagers speed past me.
Took a nap while Glen got the kids McDonald's for supper because our kitchen is a mess from renovating, and neither of us were in the mood to exert any energy making something the children won't eat anyways.…

A Day in Photos

Woke up. Blah. Too early. I am not used to this and I don't like it.

Got up. Happily, my sick cousin Erika (who stayed the night to avoid more puking on the side of the highway) wasn't as sick as last night, so I rushed her out the door along with the children. She had to have her Timmies, so we stopped off there. While she ran in, because the drive thru was WAY too long, I ran into Booster Juice. Came out. No Erika. Ditched Erika with plans to meet on the highway. Then was ditched by Erika, and followed her to Regina, before saying goodbye at Balgonie. The drive, except for the places that were super foggy, looked like this:

Got to Regina. Barely on time. Dropped off the Ben and Sam and Hannah at Angerama's. I have no picture for that part, because I was in a big hurry.

Drove to the dentist. Again, no picture, well, actually lots of pictures were taken, but I didn't take them, and I wouldn't show them to you even if I had because no one wants to see close-ups of my …

Girl Things

You know what? Having a girl is in every way even better than I hoped it would be. Especially when I can take Hannah Banana to the mall with my friend and her little girl. And we can look at girl things, and buy girl things, and dress them the same, and get them "best friend" necklaces... Oh man. That was WAY too much fun.

And we get to do it all again next weekend, because that's when Natalie says they're coming back. (Ronda? That's okay with you right?)

The Timlight Zone

My plan was to post this story today. And laugh and laugh at how American's are smarter than Canadians. At least when it comes to coffee.

But then the weirdest thing happened today.

I already mentioned this, but my friend Ronda (from high school!) and her daughter are here visiting (yay!) for the weekend, and she just HAD to have her Timmies. So I packed some provisions (food, water, books, pillows) for the wait in the drive thru and when we got there...


It took like, FIVE MINUTES! FROM START TO FINISH!!!!! Unbelievable. Seriously, I could not believe it. It felt like we had somehow slipped into another dimension or something, because, I swear I have never driven by that drive thru with less than, I don't know, five cars? And the average has to be at LEAST ten.

Unbelievable. Ronda is getting a very good impression of Dorkton. She keeps exclaiming, everywhere we go, "I can't believe you guys have a (fill in the blank)!"

Plus I made h…


It's a little past midnight. That's okay though, I can change the time in the post settings. And really, I'm still awake, so for me it's still Friday.

I got nothing.

My friend Ronda and her adorable daughter are here for the weekend. Ronda and I have big plans to sit on the couch with our laptops and watch movies. BIG plans. We already went to Walmart and Superstore. I'm telling you, this is going to be one WILD weekend.

It's not a good idea to eat chips over top of a laptop, by the way.


The other day I posted about a man in a wheel chair who stood up for what was right. He saw what needed to be done, and he did it. No excuses, no second thoughts, no looking around to see if there might be someone else better equipped to do the job. That's what made him a hero.

And that's exactly what makes, and what made, so many soldiers and civilians heroes... All those who stand up for the freedoms we enjoy every day.


It's almost midnight! How does this keep happening?

Okay. Here's the post.


I got nothing. I'm gonna go back to watching my movie.

This still counts.

What a Guy!

I saw this on the news tonight. A couple times. I love it. I especially love the raw footage at the end of this that show him wheeling up with so much determination and single-minded purpose. That guy saw what needed to be done, and he did it. No excuses, no second thoughts, no looking around to see if there might not be someone else better equipped to do the job.

Why can't I be more like that?

(Here is a link to another story about him that I liked. It tells a bit more about who he is, and I liked the interview with him a little better...)

Shark Boy: Mutant Child Rises from the Depths of the Ocean

Wa? That title makes no sense. Becky has obviously completely lost all touch with reality due to the constant blogging. Oh, but it does make sense. Just you wait. It makes a horrible shocking sense, that I can barely stand to think about. (Well, maybe it's not quite that bad. I guess.)

So anyways, today Ben was reading to me and I happened to glance down at him and, "What the hoink is that in his mouth behind his teeth?" And do you know what was there? Adult teeth. Growing in behind his baby teeth!

I didn't think of taking a picture at the time, but this should give you the idea:

Okay. It wasn't QUITE that bad. That's a shark. Obviously. But that's the first thing I thought of when I saw that tiny white tooth poking out of his gums in a spot that (it seemed to me anyways) no tooth (on a human being anyways) should be.

Apparently, I'm not the only one who has had this thought when faced with the horrible reality of my child being a mutant shark-type creatu…

Where No One Barfs on Me

Hannah's been sick the last two days. She barfed all over the Walmart McDonald's yesterday. The whole restaurant went completely silent while she retched and cried. And Glen wasn't there. And while I ran to grab more napkins to clean up with she barfed again. It splashed all over the place. And then there were all the appalled looks that I tried to ignore while I wiped up all the vomit, and packed up my puke covered baby and miraculously un-puked-on food, and begged the boys to "Please, put your coats on. No we can't stay, Hannah's sick. Yes, Mommy will bring your food home, you carry your drinks." Parenting can be so humiliating sometimes.

So what does the pukey smelling mom on the go do for fun? She comes home and takes a bath to get rid of all the puke, and she settles her feverish baby onto her lap, and gets out her laptop to dress up in nice outfits on facebook. I even get my hair done. It's fabulous. And see that up there? One of my outfits even …

It's a Post

Holy smokes! Only nine minutes!


I've got nothing.

I've been thinking about Dad a lot today. Last night I cut the boys hair, and so this morning when I got in the tub there were all these little short hairs there. It reminded me of visiting Dad in the hospital once and thinking he'd shaved or something because there were all these little hairs all over him, and then I realized it had fallen out, not been shaved off. It was always hard to forget he was sick and easy to forget he was sick at the same time. Well, maybe not easy, but if you work hard enough at something after a while it becomes habit, and you hardly have to try at all.

I miss him. I've been fantasizing about hugging him all day. Oh I miss him. I would do almost anything to just be able to hug him. Maybe pet his hair a little. I miss him.

And the other thing on my mind is my cousin Jen's baby Elliot who has not had an easy time of it since he was born premature. He's been in and out of the…

Calling All Inventors

All right, for today's post I'm going to tell you about two things that I see a great need for, and think that one of you should invent. And then give me a cut of your profits, since I thought of it in the first place. They are in NO way inspired by recent events.

#1 Silent pencil sharpener. Nothing disrupts a nice, quiet classroom like a loud pencil sharpener. Or even worse, a loud, electric pencil sharpener. Those things are just WAY too much fun, so it should also be somehow painful, or tedious to operate, so that the children aren't lining up one after the other because: "My lead broke! I don't know how! I wasn't pressing hard! I didn't do it on purpose!" (Yeah right, tell it to someone else kid. Momma didn't raise no fool.)

#2 Some kind of visor or mask for children to wear while you cut their hair. Because for the love of all that's good and peaceful and lovely in this world, we all get sick of hearing: "It's getting in my eyes! M…

Ack. I almost forgot a title.

Whoops! I still have to write something. That's the thing about nablopomo, it's easy to feel like you've just posted, because you've just posted. Just not today, apparently.

Not yet anyways... And so I give you this:


What else is new? Yorkton's stupid Tim Horton's drive-thru is ALWAYS lined up onto the street. I think I can think of two times it wasn't. Canada Day, 2010... And that one time that all the power in Yorkton went out for an hour or so. (And I went driving around that day, just because it looked weird with EVERYTHING in the dark, except for Superstore which was somehow blazing like a beacon in a... Where was I? Oh yeah, I went driving around that time and there was one lunatic parked there, waiting for who knows what. Sheesh.)

I can NOT, for the life of me, (what exactly does that mean anyways, for the life of me?) understand why anyone would wait in a driv…

Dear Becky,

Sheila remembers being a kid and thinking that 2000 was soooooooooooo far away and that it was supposed to be in the way future with spaceships being a common form of travel.

I laughed when I read that. It reminded me of being in high school and sitting at our computer with the black screen and white writing and figuring out how old I'd be when the year 2000 rolled around. (Twenty four.) And then I wrote a letter to myself on the computer with the black screen and white writing and saved it for future Becky to read in the year 2000.

Now don't get all excited here. I'm not about to post that letter for all of us to laugh at. I have no idea where it is, or what it said. I just remember writing it and thinking how profound I was.

So, to make up for the missing letter from the past, I've decided to write past Becky a letter from the future, because I'm sure time travel is just around the corner and I'll be able to send it to her any day now, and I have some pretty im…

Dell Can Byte Me

On this, the second day of nablopomo, I was going to write a post inspired by Sheila's first nablopomo post this year, but I have something else on my mind, so I'll save that post for later.

What's on my mind? It's a long story, and I'd probably better start at the beginning...

Once upon a time there was a little princess with bright red hair on her head and mischief in her heart. One cold and windy day princess Hannah with the bright red hair and mischief in her heart went for a drive with her mommy who had plain brown hair and just finding a few seconds of peace in her heart. And when she arrived home, princess Hannah with mischief in her heart took advantage of the few seconds her mommy took to hang up her bright pink coat to pour Diet Pepsi into her mommy's pretty green laptop.

Oh no! Her mommy rushed to the laptop to turn it off and unplug it and pull out the battery and flip it over. Then her mommy grabbed an absorbent towel to sop the Pepsi out of the keybo…


Still have no working keyboard. This may be the lamest nablopomo ever.