Ineffective rambling

Wow, Codeine is my friend. At least as long as I am on my medicine. My doctor yesterday was very thorough and decided that I needed co-actifed as a strong cough medicine and its got codeine in it. So here I am not able to drive anywhere. At least my sleep last night wasn't broken up by uncontrollable shivering. I realize now that that post should probably read disgusting not gruesome. Now some of the stuff on Raven's weblog is gruesome. Oh, off on the second tangent, I took off all the blogs on my blog because some of them have personal information about me and my friends and family and I would rather keep that as private as possible. It is mostly done in good taste and rather confidently, but I still didn't feel right about having the blogs up. So I have them on my personal list and otherwise use Raven's to check everyone else's.

I was able to get some energy together and do some household tasks which means the dishes aren't about to explode in slime and mold. There are still others that need to be done, such as the sweeping, but for some reason I have gotten used to walking on crunchies. Must have been conditioning from when I lived with the Vacuum Brothers. (Meaning they practically inhaled their food and in large quantities I might add). I do hope all is well with my previous roommates and the Bird (one of the Vacuum Brothers has a daughter). Anyway I'm supposed to get some blood work done for my doctor and Hubby is almost ready to go. I can't drive! I am on Codeine! Wow. I am hyper and exhausted at the same time.

My super villian description

Your results:
You are Dark Phoenix

Dark Phoenix 69% The Joker 66% Lex Luthor 65% Venom 60% Juggernaut 59% Mystique 59% Apocalypse 58% Magneto 56% Dr. Doom 55% Riddler 54% Poison Ivy 53% Two-Face 47% Kingpin 39% Mr. Freeze 32% Green Goblin 31% Catwoman 29%

A prime example of emotional extremes: Passion and fury incarnate.

Click here to take the Supervillain Personality Quiz



Normally I do not do these quizes but I had to because it was Raven's blog and when Hubby found out what Super villian I was he said "i'm not shocked watching you playing WoW!" He apparently thinks I get a little obsessed with revenge when I play on the PvP server. I hate being ganked (snuck up upon and killed ruthlessly by another player - opposite force) you see and will usually take revenge if I can. So yeah maybe she's a good choice for me. Bwaaahhahahahaaha

Problem solving and gruesome details

I have been realizing since I have really sick (which still is the focus and irritant of my world) that maybe my Hubby should get his own blog. You see I know he reads mine and so when I have unflattering things to say about him he may not take it too kindly. I know of a couple who send emails to each other after they have an argument. The concept behind it being that in the email they can say the point rationally and succintly without the emotion getting in the way. Which is a good idea and I think one that should be used by more people. Except that I have also realized that its not for him that I do this blog. This is my blog. Mine! I use this blog as a way to vent the thoughts and words that would otherwise be bottled up inside of me. Hence the swearing occasionally. I do not like to swear and try very hard not to do so in front of my children or even just in general. You see I believe profanity has its own function and should be used properly and sparingly. That way when it is actually used then the people around you know that there is a problem and that your swearing is a way of you venting. After all that was why people started swearing. At least in my opinion anyways.

So another note, yes more sickness details - disclaimer if you don't like gruesome you may want to skip the next bit. I can't guarentee a clean write up.

Have you every had a fever so bad that you cannot stop shivering for more than an hour and half? That happened to me this morning. I woke up at five am and could not go back to sleep. The nose running constantly and worse clogged up so when you switch sides you have to wait for the mucus to drain into the other passageway. The throat raw and dry because you can't breathe through your nose, so mouth is open and you drool on your pillow. Thankfully I have a box of tissues next to my side of the bed and I just placed next to my pillow after awhile. The biggest problem though was that having gotten up out of bed to go to the bathroom I absolutely chilled myself and could not get warm again. I even put an extra blanket on as well as my socks. I hate wearing socks to bed so anybody who knows me knows that when I wear socks to bed there's a problem. Unfortunately I couldn't stop shivering. Every time I moved around the shivers would come. Every time I lifted the blanket off to reach for a tissue the shivers would hit. It was like the shivers were waiting to persecute me. The worst of all was that they weren't consistent. I was shivering so much that the shivers started slowly down to a quiver. Then there was the odd rocking motion where only one extermity, hand or foot or chin would rock and try to shake the rest of the body. I am still feverish but hopefully more coherent now than when my alarm went off. Which by the way happened at 7:30 am this morning. So anyone doing the math. I woke up at 5am shivered for an hour and a half before falling asleep again at 6:30am only to be woken up again at 7:30am to get the Bear to school. So in total I believe I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. Oh I had forgotten to mention the earlier bout of insomnia which meant I fell asleep roughly around 2am. I may have stated this in an earlier post but you know what I really HATE being sick. Especially since I still have to do the household tasks, like cat litter - Yuck!

I hate being sick

Every year I get one or two really bad flus or colds. This past weekend was a doozy. Still I was feeling marginally better today and so decided to go shopping. All the light bulbs seem to have conspired to die in our house over the last week. Hence we needed new light bulbs. Also some other things and I valiantly trugged through the shopping trip. On the way home I was getting cranky and short tempered. Go figure when your sick its really hard to keep your patience. It did not help when I said friends can come over as long you look after the kids as well. All I want is to sleep at this point and I can't. To make matters worse HE said "of course I can trust you too because your in a bad mood!" Well DUH! and who the fuck think put me in that fucking mood jerk.

In the back Smiles is like "calm down". Which thankfully I was able to take her advice and took some deep breaths and did not proceed to swear at my husband which just would have aggravated the situation. Still we are home now and he replaced all the bulbs without being asked to. So I suppose he has some good qualities and he is making supper. I suppose he's grouchy because I had asked him to do the dishes last night which he actually did them this morning. Also I had to do the cat litter which thankfully did not involve me throwing up right after. He tends to be grouchy whenever I ask him to do household tasks.

Wow that was a very bad ramble there. Oh and check out Cartoon Network: Codename kids next door. The flight of the hamsters. I can't seem to get links figured out yet so bear with me.

Mission Accomplished

So the friend who introduced me to Zangbad came over and I returned the favour by showing him Sushi Samurai. Hehehe. I let him play it while we were waiting for some more friends to show up. He was still playing when they arrived. "but.. but I was on level ten and even though I had lost a life I had just gotten 2 more". Hehehe. Anyways he just won the Settlers of Catan game.

A Clean Mess

Everyone in our household is sick, even the cat is sick. Unfortunately it is not world stopping sick or we would have barricaded the doors and put up quaritine signs. Assuming of course that we could have mustered the energy. As it were life went on tired and sore and feverish and out of sorts. This on the whole is not bad except my housecleaning skills really fall by the wayside and it means I have not swept or mopped the floor this week. I at least got the dishes done and the cat litter. Both very important jobs in this household. You see I have motivation of a sort. My parents called today saying that they want to return the free standing Roaster Oven that they had borrowed last week. They were not sure if they would be in today or tomorrow and so.....I am cleaning. Now my house is not bad, you can walk through the rooms and hallway and most of the time not step on things. Occassionally this can be a problem, usually the work of kid toys. I don't dust very often which I know is not good for an asthamatic husband but I do sweep every few days and try to mop once a week. My bathroom may have fuzz on the floor but no mold or slime anywhere. The dishes are done and returned to their respective places so you can actually find things later. I do laundry once a week (whoop five small baskets full) and the cat litter daily.

Still I know that my Mom and Dad are coming and everywhere that things looked ok to me I know they will look and see oh my goodness is that a messy (blank). I have gotten used to living with a man and now two kids who do not put things away where they belong. Oh this bookshelf looks like a good place for my plate that I am holding, let's put it there! I have gotten used to the clutter and in fact have gotten out of the messy clutter from my college days(mostly). Alas I am still not in my mother's league of cleaniness and I have realized that I never will be. Unless I hire a maid of course. So instead I will try to contain my messy clean house as best as I can before my parents arrive tomorrow.

On another note entirely go to the CBC.ca/kids site and go play the Sushi Samuari game. It is so much fun. My son showed it to me and I am having a blast with it. Now to return the favor to a friend who introduced me to Zangbad. Bwahhahahaha

Brainstorming Bitch session

I must say I was not expecting that. When Hubby came home last night he was actually in a very good mood. Tired and smiling. I was asleep of course but the anger over Seventh Sea dieing did not actually happen because it may not actually die. Apparently after I left (this always seems to happen) they got away from bitching about the game and into brainstorming ideas on how to save it. Blah! Unfortunately I am having a crappy day myself today so am a little tired of the angst caused from last night.

I overslept and it was not until half way through my doctor's appointment that I realized that I had forgotten to make Bear a lunch for today. Normally I make them a day ahead and did not yesterday. Should it be necessary to make one the morning of school I can do it in 5 mins flat. This morning though I was bubbleheaded and fogged with pain(I'm sick by the way) and was more concerned about getting a heavy box of old National Geographic magazines to the school. Since I had the truck to go to the doctor's I figured it would just be easier this way. Of course after lugging it to school I thought maybe it would have been easier to just send 2 or 3 magazines in the Bear's backpack everyday. So much for hindsight, eh.

The worst part is because the kids didn't get enough sleep and I don't think I did either. We are all very grouchy and Smiles is definitely not smiling right now. She wants some juice or milk and is very unhappy about only getting water. I think I am going to take a nap this afternoon. I am so wiped and feeling miserable. At least she got her donut today.

Gaming is his Life

My husband is about to have the crappiest and worst day of his life. My husband is an avid and chronic GM who loves to run games for people, mainly for the intense scenes that happen. He has been running a Seventh Sea game for over Five years now and tonight that just blew up in his face. Raven hit the auto-destruct button and nothing my husband can do or say is going to make it better. I know Raven did not mean to have this as the end result of her query, but alas others in the group took over and hurried the game to its demise. I am presuming this of course and dreadfully hope that I am wrong, but I was getting a distinct feeling when I left that Hubby was about to explode with fury. You see he had already had a crappy day at work and was hoping to unwind and relax with a good game of Seventh Sea (an excellent roleplaying game by the way). I won't go into the details but he was snipping at me and was bitchy about dropping me off to swim with Raven while he took the kids to Mr. Giants house. Raven had been noticing that Hubby has had lackluster performances as a GM lately. GM burnout, Christmas holidays and other issues we've been having have not helped. She mentioned this while we were swimming and came up with some great ways to help him with his burnout. I had warned her that he had had a crappy day and that we should probably leave it alone til tomorrow. Alas, Raven meaning well and wanting to deal with the issue right away approached Hubby with these ideas. Suffice it to say that it went down hill from there. The kids were not settling and I could see Hubby's hackles slowly rising and his neck turning red. The problem is no matter what I say I want for the game the issue is the characters have gotten so big that they can no longer adventure. That is what I want for my character and what Raven and some of the other players want. Its more complicated than this with all the nasty levels of gamers having played for five years. You know, the jaded one who sits back and contributes nothing unless provoked. The mischief maker who when bored has to do something! The lackluster book reader who doesn't think he belongs in this conversation. The domineering autocrat who has to figure why something is wrong and push all the buttons. And unfortunately the new player(s) who try to fit into an already established clique(I think that's how you spell it). Varying levels of power in amongst the player base....you know those little things.

The problem is I had to ditch my Hubby in this room full of dissent and cruelty because they are destroying a game he has put so much of his love and energy into. The kids were not settling and if they are not going to behave it is better off they are at home. Smiles said on the way home that the reason they were not sleeping was because it was too noisy. She has a point and now at home both her and Bear are sound asleep. Noise usually doesn't bother them, I guess it was the loud and angry voices that did it. My greatest fear at this point is that Hubby will get so angry that he'll break something or worse he'll cry. When he's so angry that he cries he just gets more angry with himself because anger and especially tears are not something men are suppose to do. I am so afraid that the keg that the tinderbox was thrown into will ignite into a disastrous display.

And I am not there to comfort or support him. I was trying to help him earlier before the game but I honestly do not know what state he will be in when he gets home. I am not afraid of his anger, I just don't like it. I was brought up that when someone was angry you were in big trouble and the consequences were harsh. Hubby's family is all about the yelling and swearing and then laughing and making up. I have learned that his anger will subside and then can be dealt with. Its the cooling off period that is difficult for me to deal with. I have no worries about him trying to hit me or the children, it would literally devastate him. He also know that if he ever did I would leave him and I would not come back. I just hate seeing things like this happen to him. It tears my heart out. I don't know what else to say.

Dishes or Blogging

So I don't have much time and was torn between doing the dishes or blogging. Guess which won out.

The blackness of the night is disturbed by only one small detail.
A pair of yellow eyes watch the outside world.
Startled the rabbit bounds away as the cat hits the window.
Again.


This actually happened at one of our old houses. Our black cat has demon eyes as Hubby puts it. We came home one evening to see her sitting beside the door and nearly jumped out of our skins. She also hates barbarians at the gate as we liked to call it. Anything that came in our yard she would hiss and neck furl at it. Whether it was cat, dog, rabbit or human. Of course being an indoor cat she was kind of impotent. I guess that is why she hates windows. And yet can't get enough of them. The minute I crack open a window she is on the ledge lickety split. Silly cat.

WoW is so addicting

I just got an email from one of my brothers and I just laughed. It seems that over Christmas the kids meaning me and my four brothers were talking about WoW and the youngest of my four older brothers said how he was not sure he wanted to get sucked into the addiction of the World of Warcraft game. But he had a 10 day free trial card (one comes in every box so you can addict your friends) and was thinking of trying it out. The email just informed me that not only is he playing so is his wife! Lol! Okay so that means Laugh out loud for anyone who doesn't know. Most of these terms come from chat things but are also used on WoW and other online games because its quicker to type. I have been trying to not use these terms on my blog because they really mean I am just being lazy and so if I do I will try to give the meaning as well. Anyways, I found this news to be hilarious and will probably have to make another alt on another server. (Alt here means alternative character). Sigh that will make it three alts maybe four on four different servers just so I can play with my brothers. Of course two of my other brothers play on another server and the only brother who is not addicted (to my knowledge) is the eldest of us. Sigh. We play too many computer games in my family. Of course this shouldn't surprise me. My brother Mountain R. as he will be known and Eek as the youngest as he will be known; both taught themselves machine language before all this microsoft programs and everything came out. In fact they knew more than the high school computer teacher did.

On a different note some friends were over today and Bear wanted to play with Mr. Giant. So he grabbed his two bionicles and gave one to Mr. Giant. They played for a bit before Bear went and grabbed the balls that shoot from one of the bionicles hands. As he was handing over the balls for Mr. Giants bionicle he said "Here's your blue balls!"

Once the room of adults got over their mirth we had to explain to the Bear and Smiles that blue balls had an adult joke behind it. Which we didn't actually explain though thinkng about it I probably should. Which means I'm dreading the next meeting with Bear's teacher as she explains that he has been getting the kids to crack up with blue balls jokes and not just burping. Knowing my son this is a distinct possibility. Sigh.

Ok! I am off to play more WoW.

Black Panthers are awesome

Yesterday my husband and I decided to take the kids shopping, cause we wanted some things. Like a CoH game card or new pants for me. Hubby promised the kids that we would go to McDonald's for lunch and that craving should be satisfied for about another month or so. Oh! for me not them Bear was already asking today if we could go to McDonald's again. Oh and on Thursday my friend Star did get a hold of me and no she had not forgotten. Alas anytime we plan things they never happen. So we have decided that spontenanity is the only way we can get things done. Me with two kids and a husband and currently one vehicle (Hubby's work truck) and her with husband and FIVE kids and no time. So yeah Spontenanity. We'll see how well it works. Cynical Me!

So anyways, we went shopping yesterday and Hubby bought himself a book while I went to the Army and Navy store to look for pants for myself. I had the Bear with me and hate trying on clothes with a tag a long. Mainly because I don't get enough time in the fitting room or enough space if they have to come in with me and so usually end up making rash decisions. So I still have no idea what size I would need for myself to buy some jeans and I have been wanting to get a pair for myself for awhile. I think its been 3 years since my last pair and those my mom had given to me. I don't like shopping for clothes for myself and it shows. All of my clothes are getting that threadbare and dated look.

I was unhappy to find that my tendency to not like shopping was not helping me yesterday because I am also picky about quality. All of the good quality items in the store were for the petite or smaller than me sizes and the only sized items I could find were crappy quality polyester stretch pants and I most certainly do not need those. My ass is fat enough as is. So I did the sensible thing and went to the men's section and found some sweatpants for less than $6.00. So I bought a pair for myself and for my husband. Then promptly went to the toy store just outside of Army and Navy and spent five times that much on toys for myself and the kids.

Which is where I found the most adorable black panther stuffie that I had to get, for myself of course. Ebony now sits on my pillow or bed and the kids find it amusing. Hubby just thinks I am weird. It looks exactly like the black cat I own and is almost the same size as her as well. Thankfully neither cat thinks it is real and have not attacked it yet. Of course my black cat is sick right now and very much demanding attention. She will sit on my lap or the computer if I'm typing or playing and even laid across my chest one day as I was browsing web comics. Wow did my shoulder hurt after that hour. Still I will give her all the love and attention she needs. Even if it means cleaning the litter box. Whew was she raunchy on Tuesday. The only day my parents come to visit and they have to smell that. Yuck!

Still I love my miniature black panther though.

Sickness is boring!

Both my Hubby and Bear are at home right now when they actually should be elsewhere. Hubby at work and Bear at school. What could keep these two energy filled beings from their designated destinations? Why the very lack of energy caused by (drum roll please) sickness! At least Bear didn't throw up last night. Not a very comforting sound to hear from your Hubby. Bear was supposed to go skating today but obviously that is not going to happen now. I was going to take Smiles(my daughter) and go shopping today but with Bear home that changes everything.

I was also supposed to be hosting a friend today for coffee, right about now. But as things usually go in my world, I can not get a hold of her. She has a lot of driving to do in the morning between husband and getting kids to various schools. I don't have her cell phone number, eep. Though I am not sure if she knows where my new house is and am hoping she'll call me before coming over. I did leave a message on her home machine but I don't know when she'll hear it.

Sigh, Star if for some reason you read this before checking your phone- it is not that I do want to do coffee with you it is merely that once again the fates are conspiring to lead our planned meeting(s) astray. Too bad they don't lead other things astray for us!

Of course it could be that things got so hectic for Star that she forgot or had a migraine come on(I read your blog) and is not up for coffee either. So either way, give me a call and we'll talk.

The Crazy thing about kids

So I went to a second hand store to buy Bear some skates for school. We have a rink(Community Centre) right next to the school and the school is planning on actually using it. My son was all excited because he wants to do the hockey thing. I am not sure he understands what that entails. It is a cool sport that he hasn't done yet and so he is eager to try it. The problem is my son has huge-no no no-HUGE! feet. At age six he wears size 1 shoes of children's sizes. Let the fun begin.

First off I thought I had found a pair that might fit him but could only find one skate. The mate was missing and so I had to ask for help. This was a good thing as it turned out. So I ended up roping this poor woman into going through 6 different sizes before we found one that would fit Bear. First off the one that I had originally chosen was so off the mark it wasn't even funny. It was a size four. Hmm. See the problem yet. Okay, so she tells me that usually the properly fitted skate is a size down from his shoe size. I get the Bear's boot and look at the size. Size 13 toddlers. Okay so we get a size 12. Hah! Hah! Again I say Hah! Size 13? Haha! Size 1 children's? Hehehe.... Size 2??? "It squishes!" Size 4? Way too big, he wobbles in it as he tries to walk. Size 3? please? Nope still too big. Did you know that if you get the child to push his foot as far forward as possible and you can fit two fingers in behind his heel its too big for him. I didn't either. So what is the right fit? If only one finger fits behind the heel.

Meanwhile Bear is still complaining "It squishes!" "Where? Point to where it hurts?" "Right there!" His toes. Oh my I had forgotten that he had inherited his fathers feet. Okay size 2 1/2 EE? Even with the Double E (which means extra wide for the uninformed skinny footed people) "It squishes!" And alas still to big! Okay what are we going to do? Hmm, "Bear you do realize that a skate is meant to fit snugly and not be loose right?" "It squishes!" This is to the size 2 skate which we had taken the liner out and his foot fit the liner. Okay new tactic "Bear, if we don't get these skates which fit you really well you won't be able to go skating with your class on Thursday." The saleslady then says "It is up to Mom but do you want to take them?" To which my sons promptly replied "We'll take them!". Yeah! to smart parenting tricks and finally figuring out why your child is so against the skates. What is more important a snug skate or not going skating?

Yeah.

Anyways on another note, my sister in law called and asked if Hubby or I would want a massage since her practice appointment just cancelled. (She is training to be a sports massage and reflexology therapist. I hope I have that right) I was extremely nice and let my husband go since I felt he deserved it. He is in charge of the company right now and the boss had called from Mexico (he's on vacation) to bitch at my Hubby because he-the boss-was frustrated and was feeling bitchy. Needless to say this happened when Hubby was helping Bear with his homework so instead of homework a few unsavory words were said that should not be uttered in the presence of children. Alas my Hubby's boss makes me want to say those same words and I don't even have to talk to him some days. (To make matters worse the boss is also my Hubby's father or my father-in-law! Sigh) Okay homework did get done and Hubby was sent to go get a massage and I am following the instructions left on my bullentin board by a friend who had been over last night. So I have done two out of the three things she had written and none of the tasks I had originally listed. Hmm maybe I need to YELL at my best friend more often!!!!!! Okay now I have done all three.

1. Play WoW
2. Update Weblog
3 Yell at best friend!

Yeah I am glad when things go right for a change. It feels good to complete a list.

Hapless Technophobe

You see I love having a computer and being able to do so many fun and interesting things with it. Alas I must confess I am absolutely terrified about doing something wrong and screwing up the computer, the settings or some such thing and then not being able to fix it. See my Hubby likes to think he can fix things and sometimes(more often than not) he can. So I have been trying to familarize myself with the ways of the computer world and trying to learn the terms and slang needed to navigate it. Most of the time I can not remember a word or phrase or heavens forbid a simple email address because of the weird add-ons like .com or .ca or .org or .url. I don't understand these designations but have accepted their necessity. Yes I know that they are address tags just like postal codes and such but I still get confused about them. And that is easy stuff. Heaven forbid if I have to figure out how my blog works and what all the terms and phrases mean. I know that this stuff will become easier once I use it more often, but right now it terrifies me - well today anyways.

On a happier note we just came back from watching Happy Feet and the kids loved the movie. Hubby and I liked the songs and the subtle adult comedy. Memphis and Norma Jean being the most obvious. Still I am very impressed with Pixar films. They do awesome animation work and I am thrilled to see more movies coming out with that type of work. Of course I also love Miyazaki's films as well. I still need to pick up Howl's Moving Castle. I am such a sucker for romance in any film. Especially when it is well done.

One last thing. I have decided that I am not going to post any lists about my husband and why I like or dislike things about him. Those quirks and pet peeves and um yeah's are private and should only be discussed between me and my husband. I know some of my friends actually read my blog and do not think all of the dirty laundry should be aired. So I will still make those lists and give them to Hubby to discuss between ourselves. Though if anyone has an extra cookie jar I would love one.

I love my friends.

You see I had a post started this evening after having just put the kids to bed. I got myself a bowl of chocolates to eat while I blogged and was going to name the entry "Chocolate and the kids are in bed". Then I got a phone call from Raven who had been trying to get a hold of me today to see if we could go swimming tonight. I was bad and had not called her to let her know that hubby was working and I could not go. Oops. So she said "Can I come over?". To which my reply was "Of course!". "Great I am across the street. I'll be right there." and there she was. So my post languished while we talked for two and a half hours in my cat infested house. (She's allergic to cats by the way). Instead of swiming we talked and had tea and I showed her my new computer which she oohed and aahed at, having only heard we had gotten one. She doesn't come over very often because she's allergic to cats and I refuse to give mine up. I've had them for 9 to almost 10 years now and am very attached to them. I am also attached to her as a friend so do my best to accomodate her when she's here. Anyways that was a ramble-blah!
So she showed me a few things that I can do for linking things to my blog which I am trying to do and I hope you enjoy them.
My original blog entry was going to be about how after I calmed down I was able to help Bear with his homework and not have a major fight with my husband. I was also going to make a list of all the things I do not like about Hubby and a list of all the things I do like about Hubby. You see I really do love my husband (I would not have married him otherwise), but as in any general relationship there are problems. I let a pet peeve grow into a major problem when it shouldn't have. One of the things Raven did for me was clarify things and put some things into perspective. She is the only person I know who can understand the male brain and actually translate those processes into female speak. She claims she is not female, that she just looks like one. I don't believe her but she is really good at cross gender issues that I would not have had a clue what to do with. Such as telling your husband all you want is a sounding board to vent and not that you want him to solve your problems immediately. This worked until Hubby pointed out that if I bring him my problems he has to solve them because that is how he works. So what I am doing now is actually getting female friends and using them as sounding boards before bringing the problem to my husband to solve. You see I am used to trying to help solve problems but I have come to understand one thing about the male mindset. They don't want help. They want to do it all themselves and look the hero for solving the problem. Now I just have to figure out a way to get Hubby to solve the problem - how I have already decided it should be solved. That's my problem. Yes, Hubby reads my blog, but he already knows this from watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding anyways so whatever. He actually likes some chick flicks. Shh don't tell okay! Oops too late.
Okay time for bed. Wow, I didnt play WoW tonight. That's a first - a night all to myself and I did not waste it on a mindless computer game. Hmm I might have to do this more often. Yeah this is why I love my friends. And I have not even gotten to talk about my other friend (hence forth known as Star). I have good friends. I think I'll keep them. They are so worth it!

Anger Management

I am so angry at my husband and my son right now. One for being a fucking lazy son of a bitch and my son for being an obstentant and whiney brat. I had asked my husband to shovel the walk earlier today so that I would not be walking through mile high snowdrifts. That and the fact that I had already shoveled the walks this morning. When I got home from picking up my son guess how the snow drifts still were. They had not been done and he was lieing down taking a nap. Of course he has the perfectly reasonable reason that he will be doing snow removal tonight, but he's already slept in till noon and it would take half a fucking hour to clear the walks like I just did! I can't tell you how many times I have heard "I'll do them/it/whatever when I get up" only to have him then say "I don't have time. I have to go into work." because he overslept. Then he would once again put it off saying he'll do it in the morning when he gets home or tomorrow. Its always tomorrow. I get so fucking angry with this asshole behavior that I ready to take a shovel of snow and hit him on the head with it. After all it runs in the family. His sister did that to his younger brother when he wasn't shoveling the walk.
Then I came in to find my son watching TV because his sister was. Alright my husband was sleeping after all and I was shovelling the walk. So I have him get his homework out. Yes a Grade One has homework, but that is another rant. We sit down to his reading book and he's doing alright until he gets to spinach. Here he guesses the word to be salad. After all the picture looks like a salad. So I do what we have been taught and have him sound out the letters and then put them together as a word. Here's where the breakdown starts. He refuses to sound them out for me and is expecting me to tell him the word. Which I refuse to do because he needs to learn to say it himself. Needless to say he is in his room right now and I am here typing on my blog venting. My husband has been helping my son with his homework the last couple of days because Bear (this is easier to type than my son all the time) refuses to do it with me. So fine I am at the point where he can wait in his room-no TV-until his father wakes up from his nap.

I don't know why these stupid little things piss me off so much. I should just learn to live with the fact that I have a lazy husband and stubborn son. I didn't make the resolution that I would try to keep my temper under control because I knew it would be broken before the first week of January was over. Above case in point. January is always a bad month for us. We never seem to have enough money, no roommates to spark our anger just each other this year. Last year I had a very bad moment where my roommate got involved in an argument between me and my husband. I was afraid he was going to hit me, but I am amazed I stood my ground. Still I think it may partly be cabin fever. Trying to get back to the usual routines and bedtimes. What the hell do I know. It is just a bad time of year for us.

Blizzard Time

Wow, what a winter wonderland. White everywhere this morning. I so need a cup of mocha to stem off this lastest weather change. My son on the way to school this morning was saying that Jack Frost is looking for him, but can't find him because my son can turn invisible. That and the fact that Jack Frost doesn't like farts, which is why my son claims he farts all the time. Sigh I am going to be so glad when this phase is over. Especially since my daughter who follows her big brothers lead then starts on how she farts in her underwear. Yes my dear that usually where you end up farting. Sigh, alas I fear by the time my son is done his exploratory stage of potty humor it will be time for my daughter to truly start her phase of the bathroom jokes. I have to say at least Ill be able to find my son when he's hiding from Jack Frost, Ill just follow my nose. Eeew!

School

My son this morning did a very sweet thing. He decided that his sister should come with him to school with him because we have not found her a playschool yet. She was sad when I nixed it. Still it was very sweet of my son to offer. Unfortunately I did not want a phone call from the school asking why there was an extra child in his class. Instead she came with me to my doctor's appointment where we both got so involved in the puzzles I did not hear the nurses call my name. It was fun and my daughter loves going with me because she gets stickers after my appointments. She so has those nurses and my doctor wrapped around her finger. Afterward we have a ritual of going to the donut store after my appointment. The Tim Hortons is in the same parking lot and she loves sprinkle donuts. Who wouldn't! Anyways she's been a little clingy since her brother started school again. Over the holidays they played together all day and now she has no one but her Mommy to play with. Oh well I can't wait for Kindergarten to start then I'll have half a day to myself and do Mommy only things. Sigh like drink a cup of coffee by myself and not have a Barbie standing guard next to it. She did that to me yesterday. In fact that Barbie followed me all around the house. Hmmm my own private stalker Barbie. It could be worse; it could be the small lego pirate army my son has made. AAARRRHH give us your newspaper or walk the plank. Nooou computer time for you, deck swabbing is yer chore. Har Har!

Whines now in session

I must have caught the terrible whinerzotitist bug because I found myself on the verge of tears and saying harsh things to the kids today. Not only that I have the overwhelming urge to bitch and complain about the mundane stupidity that I find is my life right now. I was hoping to go swimming tonight with Raven before our normal monday night gaming session, but the one who was to babysit for us once again decided that he was not up for it. So our options then are I stay home with the kids or we take them with us to Ravens and let the husbands look after them while we swim. The latter was what my husband was thinking was going to happen but I noticed that the kids were exhibiting huge signs of whinerzotitist. While doing homework the son refused to sound out his words and actually read a potential new word. When told he had to then write out his spelling words five times he got so bad he was sent to his room. So no homework got done at all. I went to my room to calm down as well and was then invaded by said son and daughter. No calming done as per se.

My nice husband then took over the homework detail and actually got it done. Good! But then whinerzotitist took ahold of my daughter and she broke down over having to change out of her play clothes ie, really flimsy princess shirt and skirt, into actual pants and socks. At this point I decided to join them in their whinerzotitist display realizing that the only reason why I wanted to go out tonight was to swim and not actually participate in the game afterwards. This is not a good reason to drag two sick and whiney kids all the way to a suburb and so it was decided that I will stay home and put two whiney kids to bed early. I hope to do the same too but will probably play on the computer longer than I should. I think I will put the timer on for me like I usually do for the kids, yeah that sounds good. Whine whine whine....... whimper

Sunday whines

I was hoping to start the day off without this but already the "but Mooommmmyyyy....." is floating in the air. You see Daddy was supposed to get up with the kids this morning and make them breakfast and then take the kids to the park. So he promised last night when he did not take the kiddies yesterday. Guess who is still sleeping as I type this. My sleep last night was broken mostly by the kids waking up at three am and deciding to play for an hour and a half before finally going back to sleep. Which meant they got up later this morning, but also means they did not get a good nights sleep. Case in point - the whine. In this case it is the son going on how his sister is getting the last of the fries from KFC (yes I let my kids chose their on breakfasts and somedays it is plain weird - who knew peanut butter and mustard was so tasty). Sigh I might just have to whap my husband on the head with a large pillow if this continues. Of course if he still sleeps it means I have control of the computer bwahhaha. I'll just have to make cookies with the kids later.

Poetry and Cats

I have decided that if I can't come up with anything exciting that had happened that day I will try to put up a poem instead. I have been meaning to start writing more poetry anyways so here's a great chance to get back into the groove.

Black, white and orange,
Pet me, purr and sleep,
Qualities quintessential as feline.

I don't think this is an actual haiku but its a tribute to my cats at the very least.

Spring Fantasy

The day of the snow came swift and cold
Grumbles and moans and sniffles galore
The ones disliked it were mean or old
Alas the sun has come up
We walk in the schlup
And now the windrows once, are no more.

I actually remembered my password

You see it was late last night that I created my account and I not only started a blog but also had to get an email account. So the late night fuzzies did attack my brain right now but I managed to overcome them, the nasty evil varmints.

That's all. I'm just proud of actually managing to navigate the technology in front of me that I had to boast. Har har!

I have a cat on my lap and she's purring

A wonderful black cat. That's all.

Happy new years

I have a cat on my lap and she's purring. Welcome to my world of mostly mundane but occasionally inane or even insane happenstances. The cat on my lap is black and yet she sheds white fur on me. You know what that's okay I love her anyways. SO here's to all my friends and family and I hope the next year treats them well.

My friend is having an old year wake party tonight and I was supposed to be there right now. Instead our babysitter cancelled and I let my husband go while I stayed home and played WoW. I am sure most of you know that WoW is the highly addicting online game of World of Warcraft but if not now you do and so from here on in it will be refered to as WoW.

Now if I had been at my friends wake party we would have been celebrating the passing of the old year of 2006 and what had been good or bad about it. It is her tradition of getting all her friends over on a day thats not New Years Eve and its been going strong for oh I would say 15 years or so. On that note I would like to say (clinking of non-existent wineglass) my toast to the old year saw me move from a setting that had me and my family living with another family to one where my family and theirs have their own houses. Rented of course but that will hopefully be changing in a year or two. My son changed schools with remarkable ease. And I was infuriated to find that no playschools existed in this area of the city for my daughter because they are not subsidized. Daycares are and so they are filled but not playschools...grrrrr. Ok short rant over. I have was to help prepare my daughter for kindergarten but I must admit I was happy to be selfish with getting an hour and a half to two hours out of a day all to myself. Sigh not to be until next year guess. Anyways, the rest of 2006 saw my sewing projects get a good start in the old place and then flounder under the mountain of unopened boxes at the new place. I'm sure Raven and I will still get lots of cloaks made for Quad War this year. As well as I will finish my husbands cloak as well.

Oops was that a resloution. Maybe.

Other things that happened in 2006 that I plan on continuing in the new year is my swimming once a week on Mondays with my friend (hereby known forever as) Raven. Twice if we can swing Thursdays. I also plan on keeping my place clean and relatively tidy. Meaning when my mother in law comes over the pile of toys wont topple onto her head. Eer. Not that that actually happened mind you but my dishes can be off putting if I don't do them everyday. Especially since there's no dishwasher in the new house. Sigh. I am okay with that. Maybe if I keep saying it Ill actually believe it someday. This is where you hear a huge laugh in the background! Okay bedtime for tired Panthers.