Chuck and I are actually using a rare and precious date night to see a movie. We usually avoid movies at all costs considering you can't have a conversation without the dude in front of you giving you the evil eye. Mostly people don't like chatters during movies, all the reason we avoid them. Another small but crucial fore-thought to movie-going together is the cost...the cost weighed out against the possiblity of me sleeping halfway through usually isn't worth it. We however have free passes tonight from, 'Airmiles.' That way if I do crash during the show, it's all not entirely a waste of time and money...money because we have none and time because I don't get to sleep at home so why not in a dark, childless, catless theatre?
What's playing? I haven't a bloody clue! I don't keep up with entertainment and/or celebrity crap so I just may have to search online.
In fact, it's been so long since I've been to a movie that I can't remember what the last one could have been.
In fact, I am actually looking forward to the meal we will be eating alone without the kids even more. The holidays have been tough on the girls...so much to do, places to be, people around, late nights, early mornings, junk food combined with rainy weather preventing outside play which in turn does not allow the pent up energy to be released. This combination is deadly on parents. It's exhausting and can be frustrating. As much love as I hold in my heart for my girls and hate being apart from them, a dinner and playtime with their grandmother is probably going to be the best thing for them at this point. It's that or I could possibly hang myself after the next fight and/or meltdown/tantrum.
So Chuck's home and waiting to chauffeur the gals to Oak Bay. I shall go gather pj's and stuffies and pour a glass of wine.
Today my first princess turns 6 years old. It feels like yesterday she came into the world, though I'm sure I'll be saying this every year until she's 60. Happy Birthday dear Kayley. Mommy loves you.
This is a test post from 
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''Mommy, I don't like being Erika."
Me: "How come sweetie? I love Erika very much!"
Erika: "Because I can't sing very good."
Me: "Sure you can, I've heard you sing alot and you sing very well!"
Erika: "Wait, I changed my mind, I do like being Erika mama."
Erika: "Mommy, I like our new house now."
Me: "I'm glad you like it now, Erika. Were you just thinking about that while you were playing in your room?"
Erika: "Yes, I was thinking about our old house. I miss our old house. Who lives in our old house now?"
Me: "Remember the chinese family who bought our house, the ones with the kids?"
Erika: "Yup. But mommy, what will our new house look like?"
Me: "You mean after this one?"
Erika: "yes, the next house we will live in."
Me: "I'm not sure, we haven't picked one out yet, I think we'll live here for a while longer, mommy likes this house alot."
Erika: "Oh."
Erika, totally random while driving in the van the other day: "mommy, so you don't have a baby in your belly right?"
Me: "No, mommy does not have a baby in her belly. Would you like mommy to have a baby in her belly, Erika?"
Erika: "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
:)
I'm feeling particularly needy today. Actually this week. Maybe it's the hussle and bussle of being here, being there, late nights, up early...but I feel like I need to be hugged really tight. As cheezy as this may sound, if I can't voice my thoughts and feelings here, on my own blog, then I will very well have to keep them to myself...which I usually do anyway. I need to get this out because maybe it'll take this feeling of loneliness away. I'm not unhappy, just lonely I think. How can I be with my enriched life full of amazing people all around me? Who knows.
I know, suck it up Andrea! ;)
You say your son has pink-eye and Kayley was exposed? Ya, bring it on. The shananigans we survived this weekend makes pink-eye seem like a mere sore toe. (just an analogy Allie and Chris! ;) )
Here's a thought. What could you imagine to be more irritating than a cat with bad-ass fleas, scratching, biting and meowing constantly throughout the night and at the same time a kid, (someone else's by the way), sleeping over with a horrible cough that even bitter-tasting nightime cough medicine could not touch. I love this little girl like my very own niece. Had she slept over with her cough on any other night, I'd have felt her pain. That night, however, I was forced to welcome both kids into my bed along with my already grumpy husband...(grumpy due to a mixture of holiday stresses and Big Boy being infested with pests;) We all listened to persistant coughing and a meowing cat the entire night.
Chuck spent Sunday cleaning and de-flea'ing the house and cat. The shaver cost about $70, the pesticide $30 and the flea killer, $50. Glass half-full our house is squeaky clean and the pests are all dead...downside, we'll probably all die of cancer from the pesticide that covers every inch of our house. I spent the dat at the laundry-mat washing every item that is made of fabric in hot water and bleach. Five hours later and $100 spent, Erika and I came home with bags full of very clean bedding, stuffies and blankets.
Sunday came and went without a complaint. We just did what we had to do. Though it took all day, everything is clean for Christmas. My horoscope said I'd be thinking more positively this week! I guess it was on the right track ;)
''Here's an interesting graphic that I located via Matthew Good via the BBC.'' (And I found this graph on my step-brother's blog today, Diverging Roads.) I always wondered about the stats on this type of thing. You hear via the media about all the help countries and their people receive after a natural disaster. Why then, is the help for people living in starvation and ill from lack of medication not meeting requirements. I think it's a very simple answer. And it's sad. As a preschool, we pooled our money to buy a goat for a community in Zambia. The kids had this chance to learn about people in other parts of the world suffering from starvation and sickness and feel like they got to help. With 10 families contibuting, it cost each family $3. How simple and inexpensive that was to do a huge thing for an entire community. Here's a link to the way we went about purchasing the goat. Foster Parents Plan
I've always felt younger than my age at any given time in my life. Tonight I watched my just shy of 6 year old daughter up on stage singing with her class at her first Christmas concert. The entire evening my thoughts kept flashing back to visions of me up there. I can remember almost every detail from every Christmas concert in my elementary years. I looked at Kayley up there and saw myself! My age kicked in when I realized that was more than 25 years ago! I did take pictures, however tonight I lost my camera :(
"Friends, comments, education, amusement: what's been the best thing to happen to you on Vox so far?
I'm going to go with a geeky answer on this one: education. ie: great books, photo tips, music, variety of topics and the list goes on... Vox bloggers I am speculating of course, (thus far), tend to be more mature in age, educated and have something interesting to say for the most part. I haven't come across a mass amount of teenage smut like I have on some of the original blogging sites. Not that teenagers in general don't have anything important to express, but rarely do I relate to the material, being that I am in my 30's with two children. Obviously to that age group, the issues are important...to that age group and there are many blogging sites out there ready to accomodate that particular group. Am I articulating this alright? Are you picking up what I'm putting down? When I read a blog, I am looking for topics that interest me, enlighten me, educate me or amuse me. Vox bloggers seem to have something different. A different perspective on blogging perhaps. Thank you, Vox!
In One Word:
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Yourself: martyr
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): stubborn. -
3. Your hair: longish
4. Your mother: empathetic -
5. Your father: stubborn
6. Your Favorite Item: camera
7. Your dream last night: un-memorable
8. Your Favorite drink: red wine
9. Your Dream Car: touareg (volkswagen)
10. The room you are in: mulit-purpose
11. Your Ex: poker
12. Your fear: anxiety -
13. What you want to be in 10 years?: Happy
14. Who you hung out with last night?: Chuck
15. What You're Not?: Insensitive
16. Muffins: tops
17. One of Your Wish List Items: peace
18. Time: 7:09pm
19. The Last Thing You Did: threw the cat off the desk (more than one word oops)
20. What You Are Wearing: lounge
21. Your Favorite Weather: Mild
22. Your Favorite Book: captivating
23. The Last Thing You Ate: pizza
24. Your Life: complicated
25. Your Mood: anxious
26. Your best friend: silent
27. What are you thinking about right now?: tomorrow
28. Your car: vacume
29. What are you doing at the moment?: typing
30. Your summer: fulfilling
31. Your relationship status: married
32. What is on your TV?: ER
33. What is the weather like?: mild
34. When is the last time you laughed?: 15min ago.
