Smile, Smile, Smile...I Love To Smile!

So it was only my second day at the new job, but I truly did not realize how bored I was at the old place. LOVE, LOVE the people from there, and I had a terrific boss, but the job itself had become so dull - there was no challenge left at all.

I AM NOW CHALLENGED and I haven't felt this good in a damn long time. I'm smiling! Me! SMILING. Smiling A LOT.

Personally I think this qualifies as a fantastic reason that my daughter is getting off relatively easy tonight with a gruff, yet stern-with-love, GET YOUR ASS INTO BED NOWWWWW warning considering it's past 9:30 pm and she settled down, oh, 10 minutes ago?

It's why, dead-on-my-feet-tired, I pulled out the flour, baking powder, oil and bowls to make bannock with my son tonight. HINT: It tastes just like Beaver Tails....

It's also why, even though hubby is still awfully sick (Day 8) with a nasty cold/flu/sinus/bronchial/ pneumonia thing, I can tenderly hand him a few tissues with a "poor bébé" rather than throw the box at his head like I would have done a week or two ago...

New Job. Old Commute.

First day with the new gig and my brain is dead-tired tonight, but in a very good, all synapses firing sort of way. I miss the girls though....

The worst part of the day is the commute because the city bus strike has forced everyone to drive to work. Mother-fuckers...GET BACK TO WORK ALREADY!!

And now I'm going to try to find a recipe for bannock because my son wants to make some before bedtime tonight.

I'll write more tomorrow.

Or maybe the next day.

Actually USING my brain is hard work, so show me some love, Internet.

Baby Face No More

I forgot to post my son's grade 6 school picture back in November. So here it is.

And that sound you hear is my heart breaking.

Your Move, Angelina-'n-Brad

ELEVEN BABIES.

And still, she wants more....

Humble Pie

It's never easy to admit that you're wrong. It can be even harder to acknowledge when you're hubby is right to call you out on your lousy, bitchy behaviour.

So, Honey, here is a public apology for screeching at you this morning, undeservedly.

And by screech - what that really means is I sounded like a hound from hell - complete with wild hair, hoarse voice, and general nastiness spewing out of me because hubby dared to stay up late socializing with one of his best friends and then, gasp, the HORROR, he fell asleep in the family room.

And to further apologize, I promise to make you a nice dinner tonight followed later on by a nice massage.

Prior to that, I should probably think about filing down my nails. And teeth. And double check there is no full moon scheduled tonight.....

Head Colds Can Just Suck It

So remember I mentioned in an earlier post that I got sick over the holidays with a cough? Its nasty next door neighbour has now moved into my sinuses and while I'm generally a fairly nice-but-cranky individual, I'm one snotty Kleenex away from turning into Super-bitch because I HATE being sick. Quite possibly it's already happened, but you'd have to ask my hubby about that, although being the sweetheart he is when I'm sick, he'll deny that it seems as though the devil has taken over and my head's about to spin around 10 times à-la Sybil....

My ears are blocked as though I've been swimming underwater for hours, and the post-nasal drip, drip, drip at the back of my throat causes the coughing fits to start all over again, only to have my head pound, pound, POUND from the build-up of pressure, except that only the left side of my nose is blocked but that's the side the runny nose is on too. My hands and feet are freezing, while the rest of me is too warm, and why is it that I have to pee constantly when I have a cold?

My god, the POWER I EXERT. Even urine is afraid to stick around for this party.

Thank You, Starbucks & David Copperfield

I keep a copy of this wise nugget in front of me:

"The most important thing in life is to stop saying "I wish" and start saying "I will". Consider nothing impossible, then treat possibilities as probabilities."

Those cardboard cups are ever so helpful....

Here's to 2009

Happy New Year!

We celebrated at a friend's house party last night. The music was terrific, party lights swinging, even a smoke machine to belch out that in-the-club atmosphere. Booze was plentiful, as were smiles and hugs and good cheer.

I had one or two very light vodka tonics early on, and then nothing but water as I was the designated driver and I learned a long time ago that as much as I sometimes want to be the girl who can go all night long....I'm just not. My hubby is often the life of the party because he is so outgoing and likes to have fun. (I do too, I just suck at it and therein lies a post for another day.) He tells funny stories with such gusto that it can make you laugh so hard you'll snort rum & Coke out your nose; and his "I'm feelin' good!-James Brown" dance also gets everyone moving.

Round about 1:00 a.m. it hit me hard and fast - after an extremely busy week of visiting family and friends, cooking, cleaning, and dealing with a tempermental 3-year old (quick sidebar - is she too young to be shipped off to boarding school?), all in the midst of a nasty cough/cold - I was fucking TIRED.

As late nights go, there have been many much later - but this morning, everyone was home safe and in bed by 3:00 a.m.

I'm not sure how you're celebrating the first day of the new year, but I feel as though I'm the one with a nasty hangover and for a moment, I can't figure out why.

And then I realize: Sleep deprivation courtesy of the 3 year old and my period.

LET'S PARTY!!!!

The Ignorance of Youth

"WHAT is that noise?" asked my 11 year old son.

"That noise is Billie Holliday singing," I replied.

"Geez, Mummy, I thought it was my cat," he answered.