Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
One of Weeb’s favorite movies is Disney’s Hercules. As I’m a bit of a Mythology buff, I’ve explained to her that the story of Hercules was a story that people used to tell but is not a story about real people. I’ve also explained how Disney’s version is quite a bit different from the Greek and Roman tales (for example, Hera is NOT Hercules’ mother, Hades was not a bad guy and Pegasus was more Perseus’ buddy than Hercules’ made-from-clouds pal, and there were 3 or 9 muses, depending what you read, not 5). My daughter understands that the gods in the story are not real and that people, long ago, told stories to teach lessons and to entertain themselves.
I guess it’s time I talked a bit more about God with her. I’ve talked with her a bit about it before. I’ve told her, as simply and logically as I can, what I believe and I’ve explained that not everybody believes the same thing or worships the same way. We’ve got a way to go.
I will say this, I don’t have the heart to tell Weeb the truth about what happens to Hercules and Megara in the non-Disney stories. I think that one can wait.
I usually don’t. I’m happily married and work with two fellows, who though very nice, I’m not trying to impress with my looks. In fact, having worked with plenty of men in the past, I have found looking good just gets me into trouble.
Why not look good for my husband, you ask? Well one, he is peculiar and thinks I look good, no matter how crappy I look to the rest of the world. And two, I’m not going to see him all day.
So I was sitting at my desk, doing the typical paper shuffling that comes with my job when something happened that lead me to sneak off to the bathroom to apply a bit of make up.
Now what, you must be wondering, could persuade an otherwise make-up-lazy woman to un-ugly a bit? Well I’ll tell you.
My boss came in with his wife.
It is my belief that women fuss over how they look because of other woman more than wanting to be attractive to men. We just can’t stand the idea that we might be ugly compared to the women around us. It’s not a competition as much as we just don’t want to ever be described as ‘the ugly one’.
It’s amazing the power that an eyeliner pencil and a tube of mascara can have on a gal. It’s even more amazing how we really think it makes any difference. I can promise you that the only one who knew I was wearing any make up at all was me. I even left it on until after my husband got home from work. I can also promise you that he didn’t notice.
I won’t leave the house wearing make up tomorrow morning.
I’m pretty sure it’s not going to matter much.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The older I get, the more I TRY to be one of those happy people. But perhaps the older I get, the more I have to accept that I'm just not one of those people?
I should be happy, if for no other reason, I am lucky enough to live in Canada. I have a wonderful husband, an awesome kid, I have a home and a car and clothes on my back and food on my table. I have a good family and we are happy and healthy, for the most part. I've seen misery and suffering and I am not part of it.
So why is it so hard to be and stay happy? How can the life that has me humming and put a spring in my step one day be the same life that I have no interest in, the next?
Granted, I'm sick at the moment, life has had some disappointments lately, and we've just had a huge change in life/routine with my daughter starting Kindergarten. I keep trying to think of what I could change or what I need to make me happy but I can't think of anything. So many people say, "I'll be happy when..." but why can't we just be happy now?
What do the Happy People have that I don't? Is it a personality thing? Did they learn the art of Being Happy and Coping with Change from their parents? My grandparents and great grandparents seemed to cope well enough and they had it way rougher than I ever have. Were they just hardier people or if I had the chance to really know them, would they have admitted to feeling the same as I do?
How do you remain happy when plugging away at the million things you HAVE to do every day knowing you probably won't have time or energy to do the other million things that you'd LIKE to do?
Is there such a thing as a truly Happy Person? Does happy just come in moments? Did I just make some bad choices? If so, what would I be happier doing? I dunno.
Maybe I just need to wait it out. I'll probably be back to humming and skipping when I walk tomorrow.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I thought when I told her the beginning of the story that she'd be entranced by the tale and fall into the 'other world' with a terrific sense of wonder.
Monday, July 26, 2010
I am amazed at how low they will go to advertise to children. We don't watch a ton of TV - er, let me rephrase that to - we don't watch a lot of TV with commercials.
Has anyone seen ads for CUPONK? It's a ping pong ball and a cup, sold by Hasbro. It's about $12 CAD. For a ping pong ball. And a cup.
But the cup lights up.
Luckily Weeb isn't feeling very well or she'd want the thing.
She does appear to be well enough to tell me that she wants all of the Littlest Pet Shop toys, including the ones currently in McDonalds Happy Meals AND the Strawberry Shortcake Splashin' Petal Pool.
Weeb's birthday and Christmas are only 5 short months away so I suppose I'd better brace myself for all the MUST HAVE items that will crop up between now and then. I've already got 'ping pong ball and cup' on MY wish list!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I pondered this as I was stealing a sip or four from my husband's non-alcoholic beer this past weekend. As the bottles piled up on the kitchen counter, I thought there is no way that we'd drink Coke in the same amounts.
When I mentioned this to Wonko he told me about a story from his younger days when he was a designated driver and agreed with a friend to drink a Coke for every beer she had. I think they totalled 16 and he said he was FAR more ill than his friend, the following day.
The idea of more than one soda makes me cringe. Maybe it's the sugar content? Beer doesn't seem to have the same effect, though I'll admit it's been a long while since I had a proper beer.
Based on my extensive half minute online research on the subject, I have come to find that based on a 12 ounce serving, Bud Light contains 110 calories and Coke Classic contains 140. Most of the calories in Bud Light come from alcohol with a tiny portion of them coming from it’s 1 gram of protein and the remainder coming from refined carbohydrates. In contrast, all of the calories in Coke Classic come from sugar.
I further found that for the past two decades, Americans have been drinking just as much beer as they’ve been drinking coffee and milk. Soda consumption is even worse and typically doubles that of any other beverage. In fact, many people drink more soda than water.
Half minute online research, and pretty much the entire previous two paragraphs, found here.
It can't be that much different in Canada. And I haven't even touched on my addiction to Slurpees. I might be able to justify two Slurpees on a very hot day, but even that is pushing it.
So why is it okay to see 6 beer bottles on a kitchen counter and not 6 bottles or cans of Coke?
This blog post has been brought to you by weekend pondering and a 100 degree fever in a wussy adult on a Tuesday morning.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
But what’s this? Ah, proof that she is indeed my child.
Some more homework. My just-turned-4-years-old-daughter is doing ‘greater than / less than’ math work in preschool. We're very fortunate that her daycare / preschool has such fantastic teachers who are making this kind of work fun for her.
She's also reading pretty darned well for a (now) four and a half year old! I worry that Kindergarten is going to be pretty boring for this kid and that she's going to invent all manner of chaos to relieve that boredom.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
It was a watermelony kind of weekend. So here are some awesome watermelonoms.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Even when there is no beer involved, he often makes me chuckle. So I've started a new blog with this theme.
Check it out. Or don't. Whatever works for ya.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I have pretty good teeth. I made it into my 40's with only 1 cavity that required freezing, prior to today. Granted, these three cavities were likely there for a while and had I been going to the dentist regularly (or more than once every 5 years), I might have actually had them detected and corrected BEFORE they were a problem. And had I been flossing more regularly prior to the past couple of years, these cavities might not have even formed at all (they were all in between teeth).
So, boys and girls, floss regularly and visit your dentist every 6 months to 1 year. Or you'll end up with three cavities filled on one day. Or worse, over two or three days.
And as much as it wasn't painful (wow, my Dentist is awesome with a needle!), I'm a bit achy now.
I will also mention that the Slurpee that I rewarded myself with after the fillings were done was some kind of funny to drink since my lips were frozen HOURS after the fillings were done. Ever try to drink through a straw when your lips are frozen? Funny stuff. I highly recommend it, just for the laugh.
I've looked for an amusing graphic to add to this, but I'm tired and achy and I can't find one quickly. Sorry, next time, folks.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
One would gather from the picture of the blue raspberries that the blue raspberry flavor is what they are going for. I suppose one might wonder what a blue raspberry might taste like since blue is not a flavor. I'm just going to conclude that the Slurpee Flavor Marketing Dudes (and/or Dudettes) are a bit off their rockers. But not completely. Because they still seem to realise that blue is not a flavor, so they continue to dress up the flavor name, a bit.
I don't know much about that, but I do know that if I put my shoes away, so does she. And if I don't put my shoes away, they have little pink company.
This could very possibly have some deep meaning.
But mostly I just think the picture is cute.
Mummy, Daddy, Weeb and her cousin J. September 2009.
One of the cats. October 2009.
Weeb, Mummy and Daddy. December 2009.
A castle with Princess Weeb and some smiles. May 2010.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
This is our National Anthem.
(This is how Weeb sings it.)
Our home and native land!
(Our home and native land!)
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
(True paradise in all our sons command.)
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
(With glowing hearts we see the rice,)
The True North strong and free!
(From True North strong and free!)
From far and wide,
(From garden lights,)
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
(O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.)
God keep our land glorious and free!
(Guard/Gord keep our land glorious and free!)
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
(O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.)
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
(*takes a bow*)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Weeb has many fuzzy toys. I occasionally wake at night, jolted by thoughts of small fuzzy toys staring at me with beady, black eyes. So far I've found no fuzzy army evidence in my room, though I suspect it's only a matter of time.
Weeb has little plastic friends, as well. This shot is pre-stepped-on-head-which-snaps-off-easily-and-can't-be-easily-glued-so-toy-must-be-sneakily-disgarded-into-trash.
Here is a parade of little plastic pals. There was very little carnage in this circle of life. Though I am reminded that this was, in fact, a parade and NOT a circle of life.
Is a photo shoot ever complete without a shot of someone's butt? I think this is Weeb's cousin, JM. "Hey JM, wiggle your butt and I'll take a picture, okay?" "Okay!"
Stay tuned for more Photogra-Weeb.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
A lovely display of bad parking. Apparently I'm not the only one with Bad Parker Attractant.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I have learned that driving a small car and parking it in a SMALL CAR spot means that when I come back to my small car, I will find it surrounded by SUVs. These SUV drivers don't seem to realise that they are NOT small cars and should consider driving the one or two more feet to find a spot in the NOT small car spots.
Remember the bank? I'm not quite sure what this guy was doing. He was actually handicapped - had the sticker and everything. Why he didn't consider parking in the handicapped spot is a mystery to me. Well, I guess he kinda did. A bit. Ten points for the creative parking angel there, bud! Even my four year old daughter thought you needed a boot to the head for this parking disaster.
This is my Toyota Echo, on the left. When I came back to my car, I found this SUV demonstrating, like many others before him, parking close to my car induces euphoria. I have hundreds - yes, hundreds - of pictures of bad parking. I need a new hobby. Until then, I'm going to keep using up these bad parkers' 15 minutes of fame here.