I have a huge white board and we use it as the quote board. I stole the idea from Mike the Trainer (he is the HR guy from my work.) So from the quote board today... the story of Santa Jubes.
A few weeks ago I got some santa shaped Ju jubes. Schmidt noticed the container lid on my desk (where else would they be??) and was pondering it while playing on his computer.
Santa... or San... that means Saint, but who is Saint Jube? I know Saint Jude. I know Saint Jeub from Morrowind.
oh... SANTA ju jubes.... ohhhhh...
We took the dog to the vet this morning. I don't know if he read the appointment on the calendar or what, but he was freaked out! We did the usual half km. on the treadmill and when he got to .49 kms he sat down and refused to go. So I pressed the stop button and stepped onto the treadmill but it wasn't finished so I slid, the dog slid. It was just all bad my highly flexible foot bent sideways. It hurts.
But anyway! The vet! Does he remember when they did the 'bad thing' to him? They think of him as a highly anxious and high strung animal, but he is only high strung there. As Schmidt would say, "Dude! That's messed up!"
So Darcy the Dog has lost 5 lbs and his Dr is extremely impressed with me. How often do you go to the vet and they are extremely pleased with you? Maybe it happens to you guys, but this is my first time.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
So my friend Sarah came to town...
She called her husband and told him I was being" incredibly patient". Yeah, snicker. She doesn't know I bossed her around the whole time! Eg. "hey, Sarah, feel this one. It's FUZZY." In my spare time (between 10 pm and 10 am) I am a support worker and I really am extremly patient. I was just glad she didn't wander off every time I looked away... like my husband does...
Anyway- Sarah asked for clarification on the pseudonyms so here, for re-introduction purposes:
The daughter formerly known as "Don't know/ don't care." She has been renamed Ten-spot. There is not much to say about Ten-spot since she doesn't live at home, anymore. Ten-spot is 20 and lives with her boyfriend. He hasn't been gifted with a name, yet. I TRIED to call him by his name, but every time I did she would roll her eyes and say, "Moooom, don't say his name like that!" So he's Sport, Sparky, Meat, Cowboy, Spud... Boy...
Daughter #2 is Sunshine. Sunshine has waist-length magenta hair. She says that you should just be born with the hair colour that suits you. That way you would be able to just tell who the fun people are and who are the people that you should stay away from. She has discovered that only fun people will approach you when you have magenta hair. She works in the children's library and is an object of fascination for every toddler in the city. Also pre-teen girls bring their mothers in to look at her. The mothers all wonder WHAT kind of mother would allow THAT?! Well, she looks 14, but she is 19 so legally she can have any hair colour she likes AND I am the one who dyed it for her. I thought it was cute.
Son #1 Brown Bear. Brown Bear is 18 and 6'3" last we measured. I'm pretty sure he isn't done growing, though. He likes weight lifting and working out. He is an army cadet, on the drill team and a favourite in the supply room. He likes to hang out back there and put everything away in the right spot. He's still in school and has recently discovered audio books.
Son #2 Schmidt. 16 year old Schmidt (also an army cadet) is fascinated with Germany and writing stories. He needed a German name one time and I gave him Schmidt. For some reason he really liked it so when he got his name tag made up at Camp Vernon he used the name Schmidt. He wore the tag the whole time. No one noticed. I think he took it off before he travelled, though. There is never time for hilarity in an airport. You could end up on the floor with a jack boot on your neck! Schmidt loves the opera and is spending his Christmas money from Grandma Scriber on 'Don Carlo' next week.
So- that is my quirky bunch! Oh, and other stars in my private soap opera- My twenty-something sister, Jamie, who lives in the lower mainland. She is called Jam-Jam or Jam Tart.
She got the name from my brother, Kelly. He calls me "Kim-wit" I have another brother and another sister, but have not received express, written permission form their legal guardian to discuss them so they are but shadowy figures in the background.
And friend Sarah - last, but not least. She often mourns that she is not mentioned in my blog, pictured in my blog with famous people or given a cool nickname. I told her to get her picture taken with a famous person and I was sure I could hook her up. Honestly, though, Jam-Jam is a famous person magnet. I don't know how she does it, but she has run into a lot of famous people.
And now to leave you with a parting thought. The Grinch Advent Calendar. If the Grinch bribed me every day for 24 days I could probably really get into the holiday!
Anyway- Sarah asked for clarification on the pseudonyms so here, for re-introduction purposes:
The daughter formerly known as "Don't know/ don't care." She has been renamed Ten-spot. There is not much to say about Ten-spot since she doesn't live at home, anymore. Ten-spot is 20 and lives with her boyfriend. He hasn't been gifted with a name, yet. I TRIED to call him by his name, but every time I did she would roll her eyes and say, "Moooom, don't say his name like that!" So he's Sport, Sparky, Meat, Cowboy, Spud... Boy...
Daughter #2 is Sunshine. Sunshine has waist-length magenta hair. She says that you should just be born with the hair colour that suits you. That way you would be able to just tell who the fun people are and who are the people that you should stay away from. She has discovered that only fun people will approach you when you have magenta hair. She works in the children's library and is an object of fascination for every toddler in the city. Also pre-teen girls bring their mothers in to look at her. The mothers all wonder WHAT kind of mother would allow THAT?! Well, she looks 14, but she is 19 so legally she can have any hair colour she likes AND I am the one who dyed it for her. I thought it was cute.
Son #1 Brown Bear. Brown Bear is 18 and 6'3" last we measured. I'm pretty sure he isn't done growing, though. He likes weight lifting and working out. He is an army cadet, on the drill team and a favourite in the supply room. He likes to hang out back there and put everything away in the right spot. He's still in school and has recently discovered audio books.
Son #2 Schmidt. 16 year old Schmidt (also an army cadet) is fascinated with Germany and writing stories. He needed a German name one time and I gave him Schmidt. For some reason he really liked it so when he got his name tag made up at Camp Vernon he used the name Schmidt. He wore the tag the whole time. No one noticed. I think he took it off before he travelled, though. There is never time for hilarity in an airport. You could end up on the floor with a jack boot on your neck! Schmidt loves the opera and is spending his Christmas money from Grandma Scriber on 'Don Carlo' next week.
So- that is my quirky bunch! Oh, and other stars in my private soap opera- My twenty-something sister, Jamie, who lives in the lower mainland. She is called Jam-Jam or Jam Tart.
She got the name from my brother, Kelly. He calls me "Kim-wit" I have another brother and another sister, but have not received express, written permission form their legal guardian to discuss them so they are but shadowy figures in the background.
And friend Sarah - last, but not least. She often mourns that she is not mentioned in my blog, pictured in my blog with famous people or given a cool nickname. I told her to get her picture taken with a famous person and I was sure I could hook her up. Honestly, though, Jam-Jam is a famous person magnet. I don't know how she does it, but she has run into a lot of famous people.
And now to leave you with a parting thought. The Grinch Advent Calendar. If the Grinch bribed me every day for 24 days I could probably really get into the holiday!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The hilarity continues!
Yesterday we went to the Salvation Army thrift store for records. Sunshine looked through stacks and stacks of them and found quite a few that she thought she might like.
The thing about Sunshine is that she is tiny- 5'4" and about 110 lbs. She also has waist length magenta hair (that is the hair that would match how she feels on the inside... in case you are wondering...) Sunshine has very large, round blue eyes that seem more blue because of the offset magenta. Sunshine is a SWEET girl... but not very good at math and from the time she was a little girl she would get panicky in a store because she might not have enough money at the till.
There is always a little of that in her eyes when she gets to the till and because she is just so little and CUTE, people want to help her. So she arrived at the till with 25 records and was charged $10. Some of them were sets so she was charged less!
She's been lifting weights with her brother, but didn't get any weight lifting in yesterday since we were out. Apparently carrying 25 records is a workout, though!
We stepped out of the store and she stalled - "OH! They won't FREEZE will they?!" She had this look of abject horror on her face. I assured her that they most certainly wouldn't freeze.
Even now she is listening to the Mellow Moods collection from Reader's digest. She came in and read my post then hugged me and thanked me for putting up with her. I hugged her back and thanked her for being blog fodder.
The stereo that she bought, if anyone is interested. She got the one with a little table that goes under it, but it is pretty much the same as this.
The thing about Sunshine is that she is tiny- 5'4" and about 110 lbs. She also has waist length magenta hair (that is the hair that would match how she feels on the inside... in case you are wondering...) Sunshine has very large, round blue eyes that seem more blue because of the offset magenta. Sunshine is a SWEET girl... but not very good at math and from the time she was a little girl she would get panicky in a store because she might not have enough money at the till.
There is always a little of that in her eyes when she gets to the till and because she is just so little and CUTE, people want to help her. So she arrived at the till with 25 records and was charged $10. Some of them were sets so she was charged less!
She's been lifting weights with her brother, but didn't get any weight lifting in yesterday since we were out. Apparently carrying 25 records is a workout, though!
We stepped out of the store and she stalled - "OH! They won't FREEZE will they?!" She had this look of abject horror on her face. I assured her that they most certainly wouldn't freeze.
Even now she is listening to the Mellow Moods collection from Reader's digest. She came in and read my post then hugged me and thanked me for putting up with her. I hugged her back and thanked her for being blog fodder.
The stereo that she bought, if anyone is interested. She got the one with a little table that goes under it, but it is pretty much the same as this.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Okay, moms... this post is for you...
If your sweet teenager has EVER rolled their eyes at you before plinking the off button on their technology because you couldn't find it... :-) you will enjoy what I'm going to share with you.
Sunshine girl bought a unit from Sears that plays records, tapes, radio and CDs. Dh and I were downstairs watching a movie and when it was over we came up to a quiet main floor. I found the three kids in Sunshine's room all gathered around the new piece of furniture.
Brown Bear was rocking nervously and hugging the Styrofoam that it was packed in. Schmidt had the record cover and Sunshine was reading the instructions.... "33... IS it 33? It is. (Sigh of relief) 33... Then the arm... you LIFT the arm and place it on the record... oh... OH! It MOVES when you lift the arm..." And from Brown bear, "What is that SOUND? That ch-ch ch-ch"
By this time I was hysterical!
You should have seen them when I wiped off the record with a damp, lint-less cloth! They were gathered in a semi-circle around me with these slightly amazed looks on their faces.
Mothers of little kids might still get that look. Mothers of teens will remember the look. It is the look that says - WOW! You know *EVERYTHING*
At this point, I'll take a night like tonight where I see that look in their eyes, "Wow, mom. You know *something.*"
Sunshine girl bought a unit from Sears that plays records, tapes, radio and CDs. Dh and I were downstairs watching a movie and when it was over we came up to a quiet main floor. I found the three kids in Sunshine's room all gathered around the new piece of furniture.
Brown Bear was rocking nervously and hugging the Styrofoam that it was packed in. Schmidt had the record cover and Sunshine was reading the instructions.... "33... IS it 33? It is. (Sigh of relief) 33... Then the arm... you LIFT the arm and place it on the record... oh... OH! It MOVES when you lift the arm..." And from Brown bear, "What is that SOUND? That ch-ch ch-ch"
By this time I was hysterical!
You should have seen them when I wiped off the record with a damp, lint-less cloth! They were gathered in a semi-circle around me with these slightly amazed looks on their faces.
Mothers of little kids might still get that look. Mothers of teens will remember the look. It is the look that says - WOW! You know *EVERYTHING*
At this point, I'll take a night like tonight where I see that look in their eyes, "Wow, mom. You know *something.*"
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Jam-Jam and Jian Ghomeshi
Jian Ghomeshi! Wouldn't they make pretty babies? She already failed me by not throwing herself on Kurt Russell's son when she had the chance!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
"I gave my friend worms"
That is what my good friend wrote on my quote board and she did, in fact, give me worms. Happily they are red wigglers and they are happily eating scraps right now!
Every time I hear 'red wigglers' I can't help but think about WKRP in Cincinnati. :-)
Every time I hear 'red wigglers' I can't help but think about WKRP in Cincinnati. :-)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
So I had a nightmare...
I fell asleep on the floor- you know- because I have no couch. Anyway... I was drifting off to sleep when I was suddenly gripped by a very real dream image of Sir Sanford Fleming. It wasn't the younger, spry Sanford or the elderly, distinguished Sanford. It was the middle aged, bushy, greying beard half way down his chest, looking like he just walked out of the bush Sanford. He was holding an enormous pocket watch and pinned me with a steely gaze. Then he said in a heavy Scottish brogue, "It's very important not to be late!"
And that is when I woke up in a puddle of my own drool... :-\ I don't know what to tell you. It freaked me out. That was two days ago and I'm still freaked out.
And that is when I woke up in a puddle of my own drool... :-\ I don't know what to tell you. It freaked me out. That was two days ago and I'm still freaked out.
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