Too Friggin Busy

Sticking round

2010-10-25T21:46:00.002-05:00

Well, and mostly it's based on pure laziness, I have decided to stick with this blog...for now. Simply because I don't really have time (read desire) to recreate an entire new theme or whatever you want to call it for a new blog. I really am that lazy.

Three years I gave this place up for the ghosts. Sad but true. The crap life throws at you, changes ones perspectives and guilty pleasures take the back seat. Shame. A lot of shit happened in those three years. Probably some pretty crazy, funny, maddening, sad stories I could have shared. Time got away from me. Mother of three, lost, trying to find her way. Maybe this will be my way back.

Crazy time to relaunch this sucker, what with being Halloween days away, working, volunteering, kids activities and cripes, even Christmas. This may be an excercise in futility, but I need to give it a shot. I have been haunted by the feeling that I need to write again. Let's see how long I can stay focused on that goal.

Triumphant Return!!

2010-10-23T19:48:00.000-05:00

Wow, certainly time to blow the dust off this place....deciding between starting an entirely new anon blog, or pumping life back into this one.....life is a jumble of busy things and I need a place to write some crap down before I go balls crazy. Pondering pondering...looking through archives, thinking a change is needed....pondering.....

TFB tries on a new hat.

2007-09-27T15:47:00.001-05:00

When bored, (it happens after all three kids are in bed and you justdon't feel like doing housework..again!) I skim the Internet looking for some fun blogs to read. In those travels, I've come across many theme blogs. By theme, I mean blogs all about making motherhood easy, ways to relieve stress, Fast and Easy recipe blogs, Household Tips and Hints blogs etc etc. I got to thinking about how TFB is just a hodge podge of whatever crap enters my head or whatever pics I feel like sharing. Maybe TFB could be more than that. Maybe I could use TFB to offer more than my crappy sense humour.

Like since I never have time, as the name TFB suggests, maybe I could turn this into a blog about useful time saving tips for other moms.

I could be the new Fly Lady.

Except TFB style.
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TFB Top Ten Time saving Tips for the frazzled TFB Mom's
out there.

1. Fast Food Flyer's/Cooking : Buy a binder and store all the fast food flyer's that come in swarms on the weekends and store those suckers in there. It will keep your counter top or junk drawer neat and seeing as were all about saving time, forgo cooking and just order in. It will be so easy to just flip through, saving time. Whose really has time to cook anyways?

2. Dishes: This is easy, Nag Nag Nag your husband until he buys you a proper dishwasher. Even better, if your kids are of age, totally make it their "duty". As soon as the boy and the girl can, they will be. You can count on it!

3. Grocery Shopping: DO NOT TAKE THE KIDS. Honestly grab a babysitter if you need too. Its worth the money to be able to just wander up and down those isles at a snails pace, not threatening little Johnny or Susie Q that if they don't behave your going to send their arses to china. don't forget to buy ready to go food! They even sell the veggies all chopped up now! Think of the time you'll save! (This is about time saving, not money saving..work with me)

4. Laundry: Buy enough socks and undies for at least three weeks or more. Then your not stuck doing laundry every single week. T shirts and pants can be worn more than once. Convince your kids to start
some new trends...inside out is the next big thing!!

5. Phone: First, call display is a must. Then you can avoid wasting your time with telemarketers, and those people who talk for hours. You know the ones I mean. Those Aunt Betty's of the world who feel the need to discuss their very intimate details of their health to the point where they have you turning green and faking your own mystery illness just to get off the damn phone. If you need to contact someone, do it through email. Then its on your terms and you can make it short and sweet. Email is a gift. Use it!

6. Yard Work: There must be a teenage boy in your neck of the woods looking to earn a little cash. Think of it as doing a good deed. Helping that kid with his pot school funds.

7. Bed Time Routine: Pick a time, stick to it. Get the older kids to assist the younger kids. Convince the kids how much more fun showers really are compared to boring old, sitting in your own filth baths. Trust me, grossing them out about germs works!!

8. Floors: sweep every other day, mop only where people can see. Who cares whats under stuff..who looks there? Convince your six year old how much fun vacuuming really is. It worked for me!

9. Home Repairs: Hire a GOOD professional. The only way its going to get done, done fast and done right the first time. Instead of walking over tools and discarded materials for months and having doors of cabinets "mysteriously" pop off. Not only will you save time, you will also save your marriage.

10. ???

There are only nine, because I simply don't have time to come up with a tenth one.

So, ya, um...maybe this whole time saving thing really isn't going to take off for TFB...

The beach is the bees knees.

2007-09-03T08:03:00.001-05:00

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Last weekend before school starts.

The social invites came in, but we decided against being away, choosing to stay close to home and just hang with our kids. With the boy starting grade one this year, he will be gone the entire day and of course the girl is starting JK, and she will be gone mornings.

On one hand I feel a little like celebrating,(WAHOO!) as I will have just the baby in the mornings, and just the girl in the afternoons while the baby sleeps. Life will be just that "tiny" bit quieter. On the other, I am a bit sad that my boy will now be gone for full day

WACK!!.GIVE YER HEAD A SHAKE WOMAN!

I know, this is the moment we moms are all supposed to celebrate and look forward to. I am bucking up now. Seriously. Besides, I only said a bit.

Okay, so we thought a great end of the summer thing to do would be to pack a picnic lunch and take the kids to the beach. So after chasing Colin, packing all the beach crap, a decent lunch, removing Colin from the table and getting everyone dressed we headed off to our beachy destination.

When we arrive, it is lunch time, so we drag beachy crap, kids and cooler to a spot, set up and sit down for the worlds fastest picnic. The moment we unwrap our sandwiches and pop open the cucumber slices, we are dived bombed by bees. Not one, but many. Who knew bees go to the beach too....did I mention I hate bees? It's been said before on this blog, my unnatural HATE for anything insect. I'd link back, but I am too lazy. Seriously.

I HATE BEES. The kids ate what they good as fast as they could, nothing like a little indigestion when you going in for a swim. We threw everything into the cooler and shut her tight. Not a single bee remained.
@$@#*$&(@#)...bees....

Some picnic.

On the bright side, no one was stung, and despite his repeated attempts, the baby didn't drown. All in all, a good trip out.

The Invasion

2007-08-28T09:35:00.000-05:00

Well, my house, the dog, the rats, myself and even the kids survived the invasion of Girls this past Friday. The verdict is out on the bird.

There was little mess, despite 10 kids tromping through. The best thing, it was a very well behaved group of 10. Which is amazing in itself. They came, they played, the ate, they left.

Lets do it again soon!

Dontchya wish yer mama could bake like me.

2007-08-23T17:30:00.000-05:00

Today I decided to go all domestic and bake some cookies. Not just any cookies either. I was totalling channeling Martha.These cookies ROCK!Chewy goodness on the inside, lovely brown doneness on the outside. I totally have Mad Baking Skillz. HAHAHA..That statement is annoying, I can't take my self seriously. Okay, so I don't often take my self seriously...I know but..*Smack*

Where was I, oh yeah, the world was against me. Despite having cold crappy weather all week, today, this very day, the sun decided to return and reheat the earth. Now its like a bloody sauna. I am sitting here doing nothing more than typing and I am close to heat exhaustion. Its DAMN HOT. But alas, I must solider on. For you see, these cookies were baked in anticipation of tomorrow. Why is tomorrow so special?

Well my friends, the lovely thing about the Internet is that you do ACTUALLY meet some decent folks. In fact, I am lucky enough to have met a few, but there are two in particular I am excited in meeting and tomorrow is the day.

These two gals are busy moms who juggle many kids and in home careers. Two gals that I have been chatting with since Jan, and most often than naught, we do little chatting, but much laughing. Laughing to the point where my stomach hurts, my eyes water and I snort and live in fear of waking the kids. Its an ongoing lifeline of sorts, bad day, good day, something funny to share, they are there. Its been a fun ride and tomorrow is just the icing on the cake.

So tomorrow is the big day. We meet face to face after months of pranks and silliness. Ten kids in total vrs three adults.

I think my house just shuddered.

Yet still, I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!

Lobe me.xo.

The boy who drove his mother mad.

2007-08-21T07:58:00.000-05:00

TFB is in a frazzled state of late. The baby has set on a course to drive his mother mad. MAD I TELL YOU!! Its amazing how much stress the wee creatures can instill in the short course of a day.

So I ask you, and really, I am not above whining, why will my one year old child NOT stay OFF the kitchen table? Seriously. I think I must remove him 100 times a day from the table. There are SIX chairs, its not like I can hide them in the bathroom. There used to be a fruit basket on the table, but as I found him sitting on the table, taking one bite out of the apples and then chucking them on floor, I've since removed it.

My day kinda goes like this:

7:30am: wake up, get children up and dressed

7:45: Remove baby from table

8:00am - serve and eat breakfast

8:30am -Clean up breakfast, and remove baby from table

8:45 - Empty Dishwasher, clean dishes, remove baby from table

9:00am - Remove baby from table

9:02am - Remove baby from table

9:05am - Remove baby from table

and so on and so on...

He's moved on from just the kitchen table and now will resort to climbing on pretty much anything that is higher than him. Like for instance this past weekend we had a BBQ in the yard with friends. After dessert was served to all the older kids, they took off to play and left their plates on the table.

I turn around and this is what I found:

Laying low and sneaking dessert remnants from his sisters plate.

And looking mighty proud of himself too.

What?

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Someone please tell me this will be a very short lived phase?

Meh.

I think I might just go out to the garage and grab some rope and tie the bloody chairs to the table. That'll learn him...that and the rest of us will have to stand to eat, but hey, I will have WON!!

The birds have all gone MAD!

2007-08-14T21:10:00.000-05:00

So two posts ago, I wrote about a strange experience with a wild baby bird. Well slap me silly and call me Jack Hanna, we've had another. In the same week!
I let the dog out for his before bed pee break and suddenly he's chasing a bird in the yard that can't fly. Great. Just Great. I am thinking how the heck can this happen twice in the same bloody week! (And no its not the same bird or one of its siblings). I chase the dog back in the house and proceed to chase this non flying bird around my front yard like a moron. The little bugger may not be able to fly, but he can sure as heck go fast on those little stick feet. I am sure, that all the neighbours sitting outside wondering what the idiot across the street was up to. After much effort, I finally catch the damn thing on my front stoop.

This time its a friggin baby robin that fell out of its nest. I am beginning to think maybe this is a sign? An omen? Should I be worried? I have this fear that I may wake up one day to find my house covered in birds? I am sure there is a horror movie about this, no?

Well strange story has a happy ending. I put the bird in a cage and left it out on the covered porch, and when I checked on it in the morning, the mom was on the fence talking to it, with berries in its mouth. I released it and they were reunited. Good deed done.

Now all the rest of you little birds...STAY IN YOUR FRIGGIN TREES!

Photo Friday - Theme Blue

2007-08-10T09:55:00.000-05:00

Over at Crazy Hip Blog Mamas its Photo Friday. This is my offering. It doesn't get any bluer than this! The baby loves to swim, and yes I am fully aware the baby is wearing girlie Dora floaties. Hey, its all we have!

And all the little birds go tweet, tweet, tweet.

2007-08-09T19:45:00.000-05:00

Today while sitting on the back deck with Eric and a couple friends, I suddenly see this brown thing flapping crazily and flying towards me, to the point of it landing on my head. I calmly tell Eric to remove it. Er, or maybe I freaked out like a little school girl screaming at the top of her lungs "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF". I'll let you decide.

Eric gets the intruder OFF of my head, and it turns out that its a wee baby bird, that is constantly ruffling its wings and tweeting like mad, yet strangely has zero desire to fly away from us.

Eric fearing that its ill with some infectious disease, like oh say, the bird flu or even Ebola, is quick to be rid of this strange creature. He takes it out to the big Ash tree in our yard and gingerly coaxes the baby sparrow onto a low branch and starts back towards the house. Seconds later, the wee bird lands on him again. At this point, we, as in those not handling the bird, are killing ourselves laughing and yelling "MAMA" at Eric.

He tries again to leave the bird in the tree, again and again. "MAMA". It seems the wee bird has taken a shine to Eric. I rummage a box from the garage and Eric attempts to get the wee bird into the box. We give him some bird seed and some water, but instead of eating, he flies up to the edge of the box, tweeting like mad and ruffling his feathers, and turns his affections towards me. "MAMA"
The boy is getting excited. "Can we keep him? Can we keep him?". I am like no friggin way. In the end we couldn't get this bird to stay in a tree or off one of us. That and our dog was sure it would be a tasty treat, so we enlisted the help of a neighbour. She took the bird and put it in a cage out on her back deck until its strong enough to fly and hunt for food on its own. Much to the dismay of the boy, who was sure he had won himself a new pet to add to our ever growing zoo.

Bye Bye Chirpy!

MAMA!

Back from the Dead...almost

2007-08-07T16:34:00.000-05:00

Is anyone still reading TFB? Ya, I know, bad blogger. With summer here, all the kids at home, places to go, people to see, there really is not much time for poor little TFB blog. I am sure you understand. That and Facebook has me totally hooked!! (But that's a whole other post)

Okay, I've played with a few templates, and I have finally decided on this one for now. I love it! Hope you do too. Let's see how long I leave it. Its so much work to tweak each new one. Truly it is.
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Its been a crazy summer. The past five weeks have flown by in a blink. We've had the kids in summer camp for two weeks, we've been at the cottage for one of the weeks and for one long weekend, been to a friends cottage for another long weekend, we painted our white fence (totally channelled Huck Finn those days) plus throw in a few day trips here and there and it brings us to August.

Now its times to get ready for TWO of my kids for school. Did I mention that TWO of my kids are going to school? TWO!

** Micki kicks off her flip flops and does her happy dance!**

Okay so the girl is only going for half days, but hey its a whole morning minus two. I'll take it!

The baby has turned into a full fledged toddler, walking, climbing, running and basically turning my natural "insert colour possibility here" hair grey. By far, this one is the most adventuresome of the three. I see duct tape and a harness in his future. Oops, sorry that was my outside voice.

I am very depressed that Rockstar didn't return this summer. That was a terrific show. What do we have this summer? Big Brother, which listening to the pile of idiots on there can make ya hurl crap at the TV.
I could write a novel on those morons easily. I really don't give a crap who wins, they all bug me!

So what do I do with the bit of spare time I have, I Facebook. Hey, I've reconnected with a few old friends from days gone by. To me, that's worth it in the end.

Under Construction

2007-06-20T08:52:00.000-05:00

Working on a new look for TFB AGAIN...the last one was taking too long to load...I may be trying out a few....and then I PROMISE to post something...haha

Sherpa in the Making....

2007-06-03T08:15:00.000-05:00

Eric and I were discussing what we'd like for dinner, (read too friggin hot to cook, who shall we call to do the cooking for us....pizza won cause I am so sure you care) the boy and the girl were playing in the yard...but despite the baby wandering around, the house was quiet. Eerily quiet. Far to quiet with a 13 month old terror crawling around. We both realized this, panic, and so the great baby search begins. Eric figured he'd slip through the baby gate and hightailed it upstairs, so he tore up the stairs in search.

Meanwhile, I stayed on the main floor as I thought I could still hear the baby, yet, strangely , I couldn't locate him. I go into the main living room and I am standing there. Listening. I hear a sound behind me. I figure its the boys pet rats in their cage. I turn around and find a little rat all right:

"Here ratty ratty ratty"

"Daddy, why are you so white?"

We've since rearranged the furniture.

Now if we can just get this child to put that much effort into actually walking....

New York n' Me..

2007-06-02T15:24:00.000-05:00

4 more sleeps till we leave on our trip to New York. Just sayin.....

Firebugs

2007-05-23T13:55:00.001-05:00

Firework displays are in short supply around our town. Big city, yet barely do they do anything for fireworks. I mean we have a population of 300,000. You think someone, somewhere would consider it. Meh. Being that it was the May long weekend here in Canada, one of the few weekends we can blow things up to our hearts content LEGALLY, we were sure to take advantage. And blow up things we did.

I am happy to say my husbands eyebrows are still in tact.

TFB Gets a New Look

2007-05-16T16:06:00.000-05:00

Okay, talk about procrastination. I should have PROCRASTINATOR stamped on my forehead. Okay, my forehead is NOT that big. Maybe just a big red P. Why? Well this lovely little template has been sitting in my inbox for, oh, about 2 months. I am finally getting around to installing it.

S@m of Temporarily Me and Temptation Design designed it for me. I happened across her blog one day, she made me laugh, so I kept going back. One day there was this lovely little offer to design free templates for a few of her readers. Well who am I to deny someone a chance to showcase their creativity. I loved her ever changing templates, so I fired off an email and I won! I won! Now TFB has a cool new suit.

When I have time, I still pop in. You should too. She's pretty friggin funny. She has some premades and does custom work as well. Check her out. Make yer blog pretty.

I haven't yet figured out to add haloscan back to my blog, so for now the comments are missing. I'll get on that. Yes, yes, with all my free time.

So what do we think of the new look? I am awaiting your opinions with baited breath....truly I am.

Mothers Day Madness

2007-05-14T15:02:00.000-05:00

Busy weekend...blah blah blah..busy....nice weather...blah blah

It seems as the nice weather continues, my ability to blog is diminished. I see these various blogs, moms like I and I wonder how on earth they find the time to post daily. Well, I can promise you this will never be a daily blog, just a whenever blog. Whenever I feel like it blog...that's TFB.
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So now that's been said, Happy Belated Mothers Day to all the moms who visit my little spot on the web. I do hope you spent it relaxing with the ones that matter most.

For myself, it was a pretty busy weekend, in and out and running here and there. It seems I suffer from a disease, the "I can never can seem to pick up everything the first time at the grocery store no matter how big my list is" disease. Nothing frustrates me more than getting home from braving the friggin store on a Saturday and forgetting something vital for dinner. IRK! It doesn't help that the closest grocery store is like 100 football fields long. I swear it is. At least is feels that way when trying to run in for something quick. Feel like I need football gear just to plow thru the mass of people to get where I need to go. IRK!

My mom came for the weekend, so it was spent visiting and preparing for a nice mothers day with her. We all went to breakie and because we live in a sucky town, we had to be at the restaurant by 8am in order to get a table, in order to eat before the second coming. No, its not just that busy just because its mothers day, its like that EVERY weekend. When you have three kids, the last thing you want to do is spend 45 minutes in line for breakfast. I mean not many 6 and 4 year olds can stand patiently for 5 minutes let alone 45. It ends up with a waitress or two being tripped and few dozen or so pissed off patrons. It is a rare treat to go.

The boy and presented me with a little plaster of paris butterfly brooch that he made at school. Its something. He was so proud to see me wearing it all day. One of those little treasures that will be kept and tucked away.

I also received this:

My very own Easter Island Head. I love it!!!!!

It only weighs 150 lbs and I've only made him move it twice...for now.

Moving on.....Know how I know your Gay?

2007-05-07T15:39:00.000-05:00

Anyone else see that movie, 40 year old virgin. Its friggin funny.

Anyways theres a scene where the two guys are playing a video game and they are going back and forth about "Know how I know your gay?" and coming up with stupid answers. Well this past weekend, Eric, started behaving in a strange way. I mean, he's your regular, baseball loving, beer drinking, tshirt and jean wearing, burger eating kinda guy. However, something was amis.
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Scene One:
I go out to the back deck, I look around...No Eric...hmmm...

Me: Eric?

Eric: I'm here, just sun tanning.

I look over and sure enough, there in all his fish belly white glory is my bald husband laying on the grass, shirt off, pants rolled up...

Me: Know how I know your gay??
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Scene Two:

We are sitting at the kitchen table after having dinner with my brother and the kids. Eric had opened a bottle of wine, XOXO that had come with some dark chocolate.

He takes one of the chocolates and eats it. The he drinks the wine. then looks at me and says" This dark chocolate does pair perfectly with this wine"

Me: Know how I know your gay?
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Scene Three:

We are in the kitchen, chatting and he starts telling me that he's found a way to get rid of the bags under his eyes.

Me: Know how I know your gay?
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I have much fun at my husbands expense.

Fugedaboutit

2007-05-03T07:49:00.000-05:00

This pic makes me smile the kinda smile that could seriously harm my pretty little face. It warms the cockles of my soul. No, not because I am in any way a Yankees fan, or any type of baseball fan for that matter. Truth is, I can't stand baseball. ***THUD*** those were my husbands dreams of us touring every ball park in North America falling dead to the ground.

Nope. These little babies are my ticket to my absolute favorite place on earth. The city that never sleeps! The Big Apple. Yeah, I am taking about New York City. Can I get a whoot whoot!

Sorry, I get carried away when I jabber about this trip. You see, I am so excited I can barely stand myself. We are going on June 6th, which just happens to be our 9th wedding anniversary and we're staying right in the heart of the city. 9 blocks to Times Square! It doesn't get any better than that baby!!!

The best part? We are going kid free. Not even I am brave enough to travel with three children just yet. Grandparents will be staying at our house with the kids. Can I get a....enough Micki enough. What a glorious 4 days it will be. For us, not so sure about the Grandparents. ha!

So my fellow Bloggers, if any of you happen to be from there, have been there, or just have an unnatural love of New York like I, please share your favorite things to do and see while in New York. Your must visits. An I am not talking about visiting the Today Show. Please share either via comments or email. Help a girl out?

Tea for two..or three...or more...

2007-05-02T13:19:00.000-05:00

The girl has known since January that she was having a tea party to celebrate turning 4 in style. She gets her mind on something, there is no changing it. For the past few weeks, I have been scouring friends, family and second hand stores in search of all the elements to throw such a party. It was weeks of planning all for a two hour party that came and went so quick!! A BIG Thank you goes out to Miss B, who help set up and host. Fun was had by all, kids and adults alike.

Things I learned this past weekend:

Even three and four years old will DEMAND a new dress to wear to a party. It does start young.

Someones little girl sounds like Eorye, even when she is happy.

That same little girl, really REALLY loves sugar cubes.

Miss B is GREAT at hosting a tea party.

Miss is very very patient when making little itty bitty sandwiches.

Little boys can survive tea parties.

All little girls (and boy) are adorable when they come for tea!

You can pull off TWO parties in one weekend.

My little girl is a great hostess.

I would do it all over again, just give me a few weeks to recoup.

A Tea Party in Pictures

The lovely table ready for guests.

The Party Room.

Personalized Place settings even...

The girl getting ready. Very lady like no?

The Birthday Girl all dressed for Tea.

The lovely Miss B surviving er serving Tea.

Chocolate covered strawberries, veggies and dip and heart shaped sandwiches....the special touch.

Miss Micki! Did I dress up? You bet your biscuit I did.

Petite fours for cake...yum!

The dessert spread.

The take home goody bag.

Pin the tea cup on the lady...I am so proud how well she turned out!

I think I missed my calling as a party planner, no?

My Pudge Turns One Today!!!

2007-05-01T11:54:00.000-05:00

So yesterday, my girl turns four and today, this day, my baby turns one. There's a whole lot of reflection going around these days. Your seeing the softer side of Too Friggin Busy. (Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon....I promise)

I don't write these little mushy stories of reflection ever year on their birthdays. I think it has something to do with the fact that we are finished for good with the whole baby making thing. There is no going back. We are officially done.

I think knowing for sure, that there will never be another little baby around these parts, makes me cherish and squish the ever loving goo out of my pudge.

I look at him, his big beautiful, full of the devil eyes, and I feel blessed to have him in our lives. He's busy, he's cranky, he's busy, he's cuddly, he's busy and he's lovable. Did I mention busy? He keeps us on our toes and has tested our baby proofing skills like no child on earth before. However, since he lets me maul him on a consistent basis, and just for that alone, all is forgiven.

His first year flew by. It's kinda sad looking back, how fast it all went. But then I remember ALL those sleepless nights, and suddenly I am okay. ha! He's a dickens. It will be fun to see what trouble he gets himself into in the next while.

Now if only, we can get the kid to walk.....and to grow that other front tooth.....

Happy Birthday my little Pudge!!

You beautiful little boy.

Where did the past few weeks go??????

2007-04-30T23:43:00.000-05:00

Okay okay! It's so nice to be missed!! Guess, I better get in here and dust the cob webs off!

With the title of my blog, do you really expect regular updates? ha!

So we all know I've been insanely busy, but with all the birthdays, just about over, I will attempt to post more than three times a month.

I have tons of pics, silly stories and other rants floating around in my head. Just give me time to sort them out. Stay tuned.......

Happy Birthday Baby Girl.

2007-04-30T08:51:00.000-05:00

Another day of reflection. My girl, my little goose, my funny girl turned four today. She is a blond, blue eyed, petite, lively little thing with flare for the dramatics.

You hear the saying Daddy's girl and often is it true. But unfortunate for my husband, that is not yet the case here. He dotes on her and sometimes he gives in a little too easy, but he has yet to steal her heart.

For you see, this little girls heart belongs to Mommy. She is a mommy's girl. Something rare, something special, and something I will cherish for as long as she allows it to be.

I know one day, she will be Daddy's girl......but I will always remember when she was just mine.

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Happy Birthday Goosie!!!

A mother's treasure is her daughter.

This requires a post all its own.

2007-04-13T08:57:00.000-05:00

Our Egg hunt event was a potluck. My good friend AM brought her coveted banana cake with cream cheese icing. She attempted to make a bunny banana cake. I use the term bunny cake loosely. HA!

Personally, I think it looks more like Stitch, ala Lilo & Stitch.

HAHA!!

Easter Egg Snow Hunt, a new tradition.

2007-04-12T10:55:00.000-05:00

Mother Nature...let me down....again. She seems to have a habit of that EVERY time we plan an outdoor event. She's got it in for me.

I had visions of little girls bouncing around the yard in their frilly easter dresses, carrying pastel coloured baskets, collecting eggs with little boys in their Easter best, tyring to out do the girls. Come on, anything for a great photo op!!! Instead, Mother Nature dropped the temperatures and threw some snow at us for good measure. She hates me.

Blasted Mother Nature. Maybe next year, she'll hear my pleas.

Funny Things Overheard at Easter...

2007-04-09T10:31:00.000-05:00

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The girl was given a hollow Ariel the Mermaid chocolate treat for Easter by Nana and Papa.

Daddy: Will you share your beautfiul mermaid with me.

The girl: Yes, Daddy, you can have her nipples. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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The boy turns to his dad, the night before Easter morning and says: It's a good thing it's not the Easter turtle, or we wouldn't get our eggs until Christmas.

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Happy Belated Easter...

Today is your Birthday...and we're gonna have a good time!

2007-03-24T07:24:00.000-05:00

Six year's ago today, I turned 29. There was no party, no cake, no balloons or any of the typical birthday hoopla. All that was forgotten. Instead, I spent the day in the labour and delivery ward at the hospital. That's right. I really know how to celebrate! In full labour none the less!

Six year's ago today, the most amazing little creature, came in and stole my birthday. And today, this very day, that little creature is turning six. You know him as the boy. My boy. This crazy smart, incredibly funny, lovable unique little bean.

He's having a party today. We kinda missed the parties last year as today is also the one year anniversary of moving into our new house. We really like to cram our dates in around here. The girl and the baby were born April 30th and May 1st. See? Double up and get it over with I always say.

I planned my little heart out to make this day special for him and his 8 little friends. Yes, you heard me. EIGHT. Eight kids ranging from 3 to 8. I'll be needing a birthday drink or two this evening, I should think.

He's turning six....but I still remember him as that small baby boy who snuck in and thieved not only my birthday, but my heart.

Happy Birthday Boo.

There's no one else I'd rather share this day with, than you.

Blogger Forgive me

2007-03-21T07:19:00.000-05:00

I've really been absent from my blog of late. We've had so much going on and still so much upcoming. Wait? What? You have a life outside of your blog? How dare I? You come here expecting literary genius? Okay, I made that last part up. But seriously I have much on my plate right now. This past weekend a baptism, this week, our Reverend came over for lunch, and the boy's birthday is coming up this weekend. Then Easter, then the girls and the baby's birthdays. The girl has requested that I make her a new party dress for her tea party that she is having for her birthday. The baby is turning one, so ya know were gonna commemorate it rock party style. Okay, maybe not, but you get where I am going with it. I also have a gazillion new blogs I want to check out from the Blog party, a fun new template from Temporarily Me that I still need to find the time to setup. If you want to spruce up your blog, check her out..there is a link on her blog to her blog design site. She does awesome templates. GO! Check her out!!

So am I forgiven? No...maybe...Okay, I will try and do better

Irish? Why, yes, YES I am!!

2007-03-17T09:45:00.000-05:00

Happy St Patty's Day!!

If you are lucky enough to be Irish, you are lucky enough.

May good luck be with you wherever you go,
And your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.

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Wohoo!! Green bear, green clothes and gross food! Hold me back!! I mean we all know how much I "love" the colour green. Meh. I will be wearing black...with a few Irish touches.

But its still a great day to celebrate. Especially for reasons like this:

Irish Men. hehehe

Make it a good one!!

Boyisms

2007-03-13T21:24:00.000-05:00

The boy has the gift of gab to the point where it could make you mental. He will talk to anyone in great length about pretty much anything. The topics are usually pretty obscure, and most people humour him. I am sure they are thinking the kid is nuts. Where ever we go, if someone so much as says hello, the kid starts a long drawn out and detailed chat about such things as the merits of cheetahs as pets. We seriously need to have that whole stranger talk again.

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The other day Eric takes the boy to the First Choice Hair Cutters. The boy is sitting in the chair, the lady is politely chatting with him. Suddenly, the boy blurts out:

I want to be a chameleon

The lady: Why do you want to be a chameleon?

The boy: Because I really want to change colours.

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Today was a beautiful day and Eric was trying to convince the boy to go outside. The boy was playing with his dragons with zero interest in leaving his current activity.

The boy: I don't wanna go for a walk

Eric: We can go on a dragon hunt.

The boy: I know what your doing and you'll never outsmart me.

He turns six shortly..

Churchisms

2007-03-06T07:20:00.000-06:00

Sunday was communion at our church. We have a new minister who brings the all the kids down to take part in communion. Yes, a large group of 2 - 6 years old with little tiny glasses of grape juice. Never send your kids in white on communion days.

After church, we pile the kids in the van and head out to Nana and Papa's house for a visit. The kids start asking for a snack...

The boy: Mommy, can I have a snack...all I got a church was a tiny piece of bread.

The girl: well you don't want to be full when you walk with Jesus.

I love my kids!!!

Ultimate Blog Party Continues....

2007-03-03T19:35:00.000-06:00

Welcome to our little Blog Party!!

The Dancing has started...lol

So I should probably write a little get to know me blurb for all the new faces popping in from the Blog Party. Here goes nothing. My name is Micki and I am a SAHM to three incredibly cute, witty and BUSY kids.

I used to work full time out of my home as an administrative assistant for a large local insurance company. After baby#2, we crunched the numbers, saw it was possible and I made the leap to a SAHM. Some days are easy, some are not, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My kids make me laugh daily and my blog gives me a place to record those silly moments. I don't publish everything I write. Somethings are just for them. There will be so many fun memories to share when they are older.

I have a very creative soul and I keep my mind bright with many, many hobbies. Photography, scrap booking, sewing, reading, blogging, being creative with Paint Shop Pro to name a few. Not that I have much time for them these days. But I do have a sewing workshop and I'm working towards selling my own custom children's clothes. WITH ALL MY FREE TIME. ha. With three kids and all those hobbies, plus the daily grind of life, you now know why this blog is called Too Friggin Busy.

Oh, and did I mention I also have a home daycare? lol

It's an Ultimate Blog Party, Join IN!!

2007-03-02T19:50:00.000-06:00

There's this little ol' website by the name of 5 Minutes for Mom , run by Janice and Susan. They are throwing a HUGE Blog Party from March 2 to March 8? A blog party, cause I know your wondering, is a way to get together and meet other bloggers. The best part? You don't have to leave the comfort of your home. You can wear your flannel pj's and bunny slippers (or fuzzy chickens as is the case here), grab a glass of wine, and mingle. Mingle ala comments of course!! . Oh, PRIZES!! Check out the link above for those details and more about this whole crazy blog party.

For those of you popping by from Mr Linky, my name is Micki and I am a SAHM to three great, but super busy kids. The boy, the girl and the baby. Check out the archives for lots of funny stories and of course pics. Leave a comment, so I know where you came from and I will pop by!!

And I was totally not lying about those fuzzy chickens....

Happy Blog Hopping!!

Bad Habits......

2007-03-01T09:39:00.000-06:00

Well, sorry, I've been...um..busy..

As for the race this past weekend, we had a blast! This will be a yearly event, that I am sure of. And, I must say, we girls rocked our GI Jane theme! That's right camo pants, black shirts, combat boots and black caps! I'm going to say it, we looked good!

We stalked into the bar and there, in all their heavenly glory were four nuns. But wait, one of these nuns had a beard and the other one, strangely, looked, like my husband. Yes, folks, they boys were dressed in full nun like ensembles, including head piece and giant wooden cross around neck. This was gonna be a fun day!!

There were 12 teams in total and we were the only all girl team. Despite that we came in 5th place, only 90 points behind the winning team. It was a close finish for the top 5 teams. We played hard, ran hard and drove hard (L, you could seriously be a contender for NASCAR!!!) We were a force to be reckoned with. We were head to head with guys at each event...(we checked! )

However, the rock climbing wall is what did us in. Our team member who did it, made amazing time, however, her boyfriend, on our boys team, is a rock climbing expert, and scaled the bloody wall in 20 seconds. Inside Joke: "See it does pay to be small, ya little leprechaun!!"

Things I learned this past weekend:

we girls do camo well
S can pull together an outfit and rework her schedule with 12 hours notice...impressive
Combat boots are difficult to run in
L drives like no one else I know
Sa can take mega awesome pictures from a moving car..
Sz knows London EXTREMELY well
Ball caps and braids makes Micki look under 25 according to Casino Security....I'll take it...Sz...will you ever forgive me?? lol
People at casino's don't like to part with one single token, even when its an even trade
Sz...you don't want to piss her off...she's got a helluva punch.
Don't buy Swedish berries from Raj
I suck at deal or no deal
L is very very brave...much kudos goes to her...a side we never knew was there! I was so proud!LOLOL!
Its amazing what your team mates will MAKE you do...lol
Next year, white bra...
Oysters should be left at the supermarket
My van can fit 8 people..not well...but we can fit...good thing Sc is so small...HAHA!
E&C still has good food
I am far too tired, read "old" for the late night bar scene
I have 15 days to pay a parking ticket.
We have great friends!

And now the pics:

Gi Jane #1 and #2.

Self Portrait!!!

The future Nascar Driver....who me?

That's right! She hit 712.

Self Portrait!!

My husband does nun well! LMAO!

The goofy nun and his...er..her..um..his date..

The thoughtful nun....good thing it wasn't the "other" finger.

Yah, there's just something wrong with the whole beer drinking nun, no?lol.

The "Bad Habits" win, and get to wear the "lovely" coveted green coats. Um, er, maybe it was a good thing they won after all...I don't do green..or pompoms for that matter.

Road Kill

2007-02-22T22:25:00.000-06:00

More snow. I thought the stupid little gopher said early spring? He's fired.

I was really hoping for a "warmish" weekend this weekend. We have a fun event planned for this weekend. We are entering an "Amazing Race" style charity event, called a Poker run. There are eight of us signing up, two teams of four, boys against the girls. I am not sure how many teams there will be in total, I imagine many.

Basically,you are given clues and have to figure out locations in the city and perform tasks at each one to get the next clue to your next location. A pub in London is hosting this event for the Alzheimer's society.

I mean come on!! Girls are SOOOOOO much better at figuring out where to go. We are soooooooooo gonna kick the boys ass. In typical OVERINFLATED ego style, the boys have already started their trash tasking. Whatevah!! Put your pants up Shorty!!! You know who YOU are.

Each team is to come up with a theme and as the boys have not revealed theirs, I shall refrain from revealing ours. But I will be back, and I will post as many embarrassing pics of the boys as I can manage to take. Of course, I will post only pretty pics of the girls doing their victory dance.

Cars, egos, alcohol, charity, good friends, cameras, and silly costumes...what could be more fun???

Peperoni is hazardous

2007-02-16T15:02:00.000-06:00

The other day I went to a parent council meeting and since my husband was working, my parents graciously accepted my invitation to babysit. My brother came as well.

My parents ordered pizza for dinner as a treat. For the kids, they ordered pepperoni, mushroom and bacon. They served up the pizza and sat down to eat.

Everyone is happily eating away, then the girl leans over and says to her Uncle, (who she is convinced is a Pirate in REAL LIFE, by the way) :

Peperoni's hurt my nipples.

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WHAT???? Where in the world does she get this stuff? And don't you dare say its me!!! I mean, maybe there is some rare undiagnosed condition that causes crazy symptoms? Some weird allergic reaction to peperoni which cause nipple pain? No? You say I am stretching it a bit? Oh well, thought I'd give it a try.

I am sure her invitations to parties and play dates will be fewer and fewer, no?

Just Another Day....

2007-02-14T13:31:00.000-06:00

Happy Friggin Valentines Day.

That's it. That's all you get.

Little Princess no more?

2007-02-11T20:00:00.000-06:00

My little princess is apparently morphing into something else entirely.

During dinner, the girl, looks at me, big blue eyes sparkling and suddenly her mouth opens wide and out comes this thundering belch. The sound of which you would only expect to come from a much larger and mostly like male body. I stare at her, eyes wide from shock. I mean, how can a little girl be capable of such a sound??

We all know that she loves to curse like a sailor, see here, here and here. Now, thanks to the boy, the girl has learned to also belch like one.

I have this vision of the girl in her pink tutu, and dance slippers scratching her bum and letting one rip in dance class. Oh the horrah!!

"Look what I can do!!!"

2007-02-04T20:33:00.000-06:00

I was walking into the playroom this afternoon, and this is what I found:

Well well well, don't we think we are a clever little boy, now that we can pull ourselves to standing.

Babyproofing takes on a whole new level.

For the love of the game...WHATEVAH!

2007-02-04T14:23:00.000-06:00

It's bloody cold out there. So very, very cold. Burrrrrrrr. Not fit for humans or animals outside today. Something like minus 22 or whatever. Way to Friggin Cold to move outside the door. It's flannels and extra socks today. Sexy, I know.

Where is my husband and his friends? OUTSIDE, playing football as they do every year before Superbowl, in the snow, ice and freezing cold. The WHOLE lot of them....and yes, I know a few of you read my site. Your bloody NUTS!! There is not enough long johns, hot pockets or battery operated...SOCKS people...in this world to get me outside, let alone play football in it.

In the meantime, I am home with three small children, one who is napping (FINALLY) and two others who keep requesting to watch the following video, and yes it's up there with the mini wheat video of yore. I could very well stick a fork in my eye before the day is through. If there was a bag of gummi's in the house, I'd be torturing them slowly, one itty bitty bear at a time. Especially the green ones.
Watch it!! I shall not suffer alone!!

Keep warm, and those of you are lucky enough to live in warm climates,...I hate you all.

Before and After

2007-02-01T09:17:00.000-06:00

Well its been a crazy busy week. Trading Spaces lies. No one can get a room done in 48 hours. Their smoking crack. There's probably a team of 100 behind the scenes doing all the work. Meh.

There is still a few small things to do, that is if you consider painting ALL the trim and doors a small task. Hang a few more shelves and we're done. The girl is very happy. Its her princess room now. Very much a room fit for our little diva.

As promised, here are the pics. First, the colour was much MUCH MUCH uglier in person. My camera makes it look more aqua blue, but it was a deep disgusting aqua green. A really vile colour. I just have to say again, what was this woman thinking? Who paints their ceiling like this on purpose?? WHO DOES THAT????

I should have a contest. Betchya mine ceiling is uglier than yours!!!

This just hurts my eyes.

Wow, that felt good.

Viola!! It doesn't get any more girly girl than this.

I am going to paint a quote above the closet. Haven't decided exactly which one. Any suggestions?

Also, a big huge THANK-YOU goes out to my friend S.,who took pity on me and came over and helped with the painting. Yah, um sorry about the paint splatters. Ceiling paint really is that drippy!! But hey, the closet looks great!

We ended the evening with popcorn and a movie (that she brought, how cool is she!!) and complaining about our sore body parts.

So S, when are we painting your daughter's room? Or are you up for painting the other 10 rooms of mine?? Muahahahahaahahah!!!

Paint Covered Toes

2007-01-26T11:46:00.000-06:00

We bought this house last March, because it was the right size, the right layout and of course it had a huge yard, perfect for our growing (Said "DONE") family. We fell in love with it. Not it's colour scheme. The house itself. We bought it knowing, EVERY SINGLE room would need to be painted.

The previous owners loved green. Lots and lots of green, even different shades of green. Green kitchen, green living room, green hallways, green basement, green bedroom, green shutters, green counter, green mailbox. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.

I hate green. Really really hate green. Did I mention I hate green? Know what I hate more than green? Painted ceilings. Not white painted ceilings, I love those. I hate painted ceilings to match the colours on the walls. Yes folks, we even have GREEN ceilings.

The worst green of all is the girls room. Its like this horrific aqua green. The girl has asked me, again and again to paint her room. I bought the paint months ago, but we simply have been too frigging busy to actually get it done. All that changed yesterday.

My husband has two vacation days this week, so he and the kids went to Grandma's yesterday, leaving me and the dog to tackle the girls aqua blue room. He hates to paint and I love it. And I really don't mind the quiet time to get this done.

However, there is one "small" problem, the stucco ceiling is painted the SAME aqua green. Last night I was in primer hell, trying to cover that ugly aqua. The walls, are not so bad, as they are smooth. The ceiling is another nightmare all together. I have the proper roller for a stucco ceiling and I am using a good primer. However the ceiling is proving to be a worthy adversary. The aqua, it seems, is determined to remain visible. But do not despair for I will not let aqua win.

My arms are aching, my hair, face, glasses, hands, and every other part of my body is speckled with white paint. Everthing from the girls room is piled in the boys room and my sewing workshop. After all the painting there are shelves and pictures to be hung, a canopy to be installed, clothes to be hung and boxes to be unpacked. All in the name of love for a big blue eyed little girl.

Well, I've rested enough. I must go prime the ceiling for a SECOND time.
I will post before and after pics when I am done this "little" project.

Anyone wanna help? lol...

Fire and Ice

2007-01-21T10:00:00.000-06:00

Winter has arrived finally in its full "glory". I say that with the utmost sarcasm. We were hit with our first blizzard of the season, on Friday. Really, I would much prefer the kind from Dairy Queen. A skor one to be exact.

Friday morning we woke up to this:

It continued to snow for most of the day. Then while we ate supper, it was really bad. We couldn't even see the houses on our street.

Saturday started with a scary drive to take the girl to dance. ABS brakes kicking in every now and then. My stomach was a ball of knots by the time we arrived at the studio. It took twice as long to get there due to poor road conditions. Poor, more like horrible. But of course, the girl was her sweet patient self.

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The girl: MUUUUMEEEEEEEEEE, why is taking so long to get to dance. Why are we not there yet?

Me: Well the roads are slick and you have to be very careful, and drive slower to be safe.

The girl: Daddy should have drove then.

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Well thanks for that vote confidence for my driving skills. I really felt like telling her to drive herself to dance, but then she is only 3. To young to ride the bus?

The rest of the day was spent shovelling snow, running through snow, dusting snow off, dousing oneself in snow, snowballing others, digging snow out of the back of ones shirt, tobogganing down hills, wiping snow from one's eyes, wiping off puddles on wood floors, drying wet clothing, and making hot chocolate. Makes me tired just writing about it.

There's is no better way to spend a snow filled day of below zero temperatures, than by hanging out by the fireplace, with a nice glass of red wine, a warm blanket and a movie. While I was anti fireplace in the summer:

http://toofrigginbusymj.blogspot.com/2006/07/signs-signs-verywhere-there-are-signs.html

I am so over that now. Big fan of fireplace in winter, not so much in summer when the June Bugs visit.

But really, I would rather just move South and avoid the whole mess.

The Very Post

2007-01-17T20:12:00.000-06:00

I must lamely admit, that I have watched American Idol last night and am currently watching it again while tapping away on here. It's like a bad wreck and no matter how much I know I should look away, I just can't.

Last night was terrible with very few good singers. There were two that stood out. First the chick all in black with that HUGE bead necklaces, freaky eyes and the 10 year degree in vocal or whatever. I believe she may have attended the music school for the tone deaf. No? The other was Lion girl. Singing like the cowardly lion? Friggin funny. I mean it was just a joke right? She was NOT serious? Right??

On to tonight's mess. Remind me to NEVER ever EVER go to Seattle. Ever. Even if they offer me first class tickets and all expenses paid. There are some pretty screwed up people there. *Shudder*

The mother and daughter combo? Blond hair, Black hair, Red lips and freaky hair? Very Scary.

The choir dude with the weird lips who just kept google eyeing everyone..Very very scary? You bet.

The friends, the one with the freaky eyes and the roly poly other dude? Beyond scary. Simon says: "Looks like one of those animals that live in the jungle with massive eyes" While its terrible wrong to make fun of people like this....IT WAS FRIGGIN FUNNY!! His friend reminded me of the pig off the kids movie Chicken Little.

You don't need to tell me, I know I am going to hell.

Best line: "You just put through a giraffe"

Seriously, I think people who know they can't sing are just doing it to try and win worst performance. That has to be it. RIGHT??

Seattle = VERY VERY SCARY

Karewhaty???

2007-01-15T22:53:00.000-06:00

We had a busy weekend. Your shocked, I know.

We went to visit family and friends in London, an hour's drive from here.
Saturday, was spent hanging out at my mom's and then at a buck and duck or stage and doe or whatever the f%$# ....frig people, I was gonna say frig, shame on you.

It was lots of fun, DESPITE the kereoke. How the hell is that word spelled? I am just not a big fan of the karokee. I think if you operate a DJ/Kareoke business, it must be imperative that you can actually sing. PLEASE DO NOT attempt to sing Kid Rock when you sound like mickey friggin mouse on crack. For that reason alone, you should lose your license to Koraoke. KID ROCK?? What were you thinking old man??

Now there are a couple of my friends who can actually sing and do well at karoke. Then there those who do, but shouldn't. Really really shouldn't. Like Mcmouse the dj. I am one of those. I know I can't so I won't. There should be more like me.

Which brings me to American Idol starts tomorrow. The first part is freakin hilarious with all those who do but shouldn't singers. The rest, we'll see. Sometimes I watch, sometimes I don't. It's no ROCKSTAR, that's for sure.

karaoke??

From Spring to Winter

2007-01-11T22:22:00.000-06:00

This was Sunday......

This is today......

Snow has finally arrived.

Whoopeee.

De-What??

2007-01-08T23:29:00.000-06:00

Well apparently is de-lurking week. What is de-lurking week? This fellow blogger explains it well:
http://temporarilyme.blogspot.com/2007/01/learn-something-new-this-is-fun.html
I am a HUGE lurker. In comment to lurk ratio, I would be a 1:99. I rarely comment. I just slip in, read and slip back out again. I am the worst offender. I am a lurkey lurker. I like it that way, but I willing to give this a go. Making no promises here. Just saying I will give it a good honest effort.

I started by commented on her blog. I have hung up my lurking hat this week. I will become commenty commenter. I say will, because I've only commented on one blog. Hey, its a start!

So my fellow readers, come on, there must be at least two of you who read regularly!lol. Come forth, hang up your lurkey lurker hats and let your presence be known. This blog could use a little love.

Off to comment, wish me luck!

Happy De-lurking everyone!!

Winning Awards All Over the Place

2007-01-05T22:58:00.000-06:00

My brother bought the kids tamagotchi's for Christmas. Virtual pets. Nice. The boy has been very attentive with his, ensuring its fed, its "poop" is cleaned up and playing games with it. My daughters is permanently on pause.

So while making lunch, the boy comes to me with this little perplexed look on his face.

The boy: Mommy, something is wrong with my tamagotchi.

I take the thing and I see the a little blob with no face and angel wings.

Me: Um...(stifling giggles, cause I am warped like that) I am sorry boo,(yes I call him boo, move on) but it died.

Apparently he was sidetracked and had ignored it for the entire morning. Who knew tamagotchis were so sensitive to neglect.

His little chin starts to quiver and tears well up in his eyes. He looks devastated. He really had tried to take good care of it and had somehow, become attached to the little electronic pet.

Me: Oh no,giggle, giggle its okay (running frantically around the kitchen looking for something small enough to poke into the reset button, all the while stifling giggles) We can, giggle, just hatch a new egg, giggle. Maybe, giggle, it will be a boy this time. Its just like video game. You just have to start over.giggle giggle giggle

The boy is looking at me with great sadness, and here I am finding the whole situation utterly funny. I am going to hell, I just know it.

Better start saving for my kid' s therapy now.

I don't do Pig. Savy?

2007-01-04T10:55:00.000-06:00

Over the holidays, the boy was invited to a classmate's birthday party. Before we can take the boy to such an event, we must have a certain discussion regarding hot dogs. What about hot dogs, you say? Let me tell a little story first.

A couple of months ago, my husband and his very good friend decided to take the kids to a Red Sox game in Toronto. On the way to the game, they pass a truck full of pigs. My very oblivious to the real world, huge animal loving but especially pig loving, 5 year old little boy says: " Hey Daddy, look! The farmer is taking the pigs out for a ride"

Before my husband could stop him, his friend blurts out " Their going for a drive all right, right to the butcher" or something like that.

That was the day the boy stopped eating pig.

We've discussed the fact that God put them on earth for a reason, even that cows and chickens suffer the same fate. The boy will not budge.

Instead, we've been coming up with some creative terms for pork.

The boy: Is this pig?

Me: Um, its, um tenderloin. Yup, tenderloin.

He will not be fooled.

Before the party, we go over the typical party rules. Be on your best behaviour, be polite and use manners, wash hands and eat WHATEVER they serve. We remind him its rude to say you don't like something or ask for something different.

We drop him off and hope for the best.

Three hours later, I arrive to pick him up. I am greeted by three lovely ladies, all wearing huge grins.

The first one calls for the boy to come.

The second tells me: " He didn't eat much. Says he usually eats Chicken Dogs. Mentioned something about pigs on a truck?" She is clearly amused by my pain.

Then the boy comes running around the corner, face painted like
this:

The third one tells me: "We gave him some root beer. He drank it all and told us he was drunk. " She then says to my son, " Show mommy your drunk dance."

There amidst all these strange women, my son mimics a drunk Johnny Depp a la Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Damn you Pirates of the Caribbean" I am muttering to myself as we hightail our asses outta there.

Wonder if he'll get invited to the next class party?

New Year's Resolutions.

2007-01-01T11:44:00.000-06:00

You'll find none here. The odds of actually meeting and fulfilling your resolutions are like 1 in a million. So I figure, why set myself up for disappointment?

I resolve to have none. There I feel so much better. Great way to start the year.

What are your's? Or are you like me and skipping the whole thing.

Goodbye 2006, 2007 Bring it on..

2006-12-31T11:43:00.000-06:00

We're putting the kids to bed, having a couple of friends over to play some games, drink some adult beverages and feast on good food, all by the fireplace.

Hope yours is a fun, loud or as quiet as your heart desires.

Happy New Year!!

Gingerbread whats?

2006-12-30T23:48:00.000-06:00

Every Christmas I baked these certain rolled sugar cookies for our kids to leave for Santa. These are a huge family favorite, so we always make lots. "We" spend hours decorating them with icing and sprinkles. By "we", you know I mean that my kids and husband decorate, oh, about 4 each and then I am stuck to decorate the rest. Which would be about 4 dozen. For just me. It takes FOREVER. Just me, all by my lonesome.

To avoid that, I invited a friend and her two kids over to have a cookie decorating party. Crazy you say? Kids and sugar out the wazoo? Brave? Yes, yes I am. That or just plain stupid.

The kids were raring to go. The sugar fumes going straight to their heads. Icing of all colours covered them and their cookies. Some of the little Picasso's cookies so laden with sprinkles, one could barely lift them. It was a frenzy of dipping, dripping and sprinkling. The kids sneaking sugar every chance they could get. Then, when they tired of the fun, they headed off to the playroom. A gaggle of sugar highs, the playroom was met with a fury it had never seen before.

While they tore around the playroom, my friend and I stayed the course. We still had a bazillion cookies to finish. Onward, we trudged.

What do you think happens when two adult females are left alone, high off the sugar fumes them self, decorating cookie after cookie after cookie. Boredom sets in. Then two very creative females find ways to make the cookies a little different. I mean, there is only so much you can do with stars, trees and candy canes. Gingerbread men, now, that just opens up a whole new world.

Meet Gingerpimp and his Gingerho's...

Leave it to my friend and I to completely taint an innocent holiday tradition.

You give what to your kids?

2006-12-26T21:03:00.000-06:00

While playing with their new gigantic play kitchen (thanks Nana and Papa) on Christmas Eve, the following conversation was overheard:

the girl: honey, would you like some wine

the boy: No thanks, I don't want that

the girl: What the hell am I supposed to do with it then? Guess I'll just give it to the kids.

Disclaimer: We do NOT give our kids wine. No matter what she says.

A Very Merry Christmas to you and yours from mine and his..

2006-12-22T13:59:00.000-06:00

Well folks, its only "3 more sleep" until the big guy in red breaks into your home and leaves behind some good holiday cheer.

The gifts are wrapped (hallelujah), the popcorn is waiting to be stringed (Sat night family event) and the cookies are waiting to be iced (cookie decorating party tonight). The kids are running around as though on permanent sugar highs as their little bodies can barely contain the excitement and anticipation of they feel.

This is our Christmas card photo this year. I designed a lovely card in Paint Shop, but never had the time to print, address and mail.

So the least I can do is post it here for all my friends and family.

Just wanted to wish everyone a truly wonderful Christmas, which to me includes some quite time with you and yours. Make it a good one.

Some rum wouldn't hurt either.

Egg Noggity Nog Nog

2006-12-20T14:53:00.000-06:00

My husband seems to have forgone all other beverages during this Holiday season, in favour of his old favorite, egg nog. The festive drink of the season. Meh.

Myself, I am not a huge fan. However, in the spirit of the Holidays, when I do groceries, I will pick up whatever nog is on sale. Egg nog is egg nog, right? You would think, but this is not the case at our house. It seems, every grocery store egg nog is "crap", "no flavour", "not creamy enough", blah blah blah. Yes folks, my husband has become an egg nog Snob. He will now only drink nog from Mac's Milk. A local convenience store here in town.

Besides costing more, I wondered what the difference was, so I compared labels of the infamous Mac's Milk nog to our grocery store nog. I nearly fainted when I read the fat content. The grocery store nog has 3 grams of fat PER cup. Not bad. The coveted nog from Mac's has 21 grams of fat PER cup. GWACK!!! PER CUP! 21 grams PER CUP! Can you say coronary in a glass. No friggin wonder he likes it so much better. The worse part, he so drinks much more than a "cup" each time. It is so very wrong for you. Wrong, wrong, wrong. My husband is officially horrified, yet saddened at the same time.
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Dear Evil Doers aka: egg nog makers.

I would kindly suggest you seriously rethink that recipe. Pronto.
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The funniest part: he was wondering why he gained a few pounds over the past couple weeks, and with no holiday baking done to blame it on. He really didn't think it would be THAT bad for you.

DOESN'T TASTE SO GOOD NOW DOES IT, ERIC? Muahahahahahahah!!

Guess its back to grocery store nog for the rest of the season.

That or slim fast.

It's a Charlie Brown Christmas

2006-12-18T21:27:00.000-06:00

We've been busy going to Christmas Parties, family gatherings, dance, soccer, tree hunting, gift shopping and the like. We've barely been home it seems and my house is starting to look neglected.

There is about 5 tons of laundry anxiously awaiting my attention. I have 5 million gifts to wrap as I have not yet wrapped a one. There are dust bunnies the size of our dog running amok, and the playroom is in desperate need of a cleaning BEFORE we are inundated with the new toys from Christmas. I've not sent one Christmas card out as I've yet to even address them. I still have at least four gifts to sew and I've baked NOT ONE friggin cookie. My kitchenaide mixer stands neglected on the counter.

We were even late getting our tree this year. (My fault, being sick again and all.) We finally dragged the kids to our local Christmas tree farm in search of the holy grail Christmas tree, which eluded us again this year. In years past, we've had some impressive trees. With a new much bigger house, we were excited to find a tree that would hit the ceiling and spread out like the Griswold's tree from Christmas Vacation. However, since we were late getting a tree, the pickings were slim. Anything taller them me, was a pathetic skinny Grinch looking thing.

We were getting frustrated, trudging through the mud, (me lugging 7 month old baby in a sling), trying to keep the boy from falling face first in the mud, removing the girls mud covered socks as she kept walking out of her rain boots. My husband throws in the towel and says we should just get one of the big pre cut trees they have for sale, for much more money. Then, there, in the middle of all these ugly squat charlie brown trees, the boy throws his arms around one particularly ugly tree and refuses to let go. This is the tree, his heart is set and he wants to help cut her down. He wants no part of a pre cut tree and will not have our Christmas tradition of cutting down our own thrown to the wind. We give in and cut her down the boy and his dad did.

Its a funny colour green, about 5 feet tall with rather large bare spots and a warped trunk.

At least our house smells great.

What I REALLY want for Christmas

2006-12-17T23:08:00.000-06:00

1. Just once, the item I am looking for, to be actually in stock. Oh and on sale, because that's always a bonus.

2. My dog to stop peeing on MY stuff.

3. To win the lottery.

4. Diamond earrings, tennis braclet, past present future ring...okay, so pretty much anything with a diamond.

5. An IPOD, cause I am stupid like that.

6. Snow, to come Christmas eve and completely dissapear by boxing day.

7. For stores to be CLOSED on boxing day and give people a friggin break.

8. For some little elves to come into my house, wrap all my gifts, bake a ton of goodies and clean my house.

9. For my nearly 8 month old baby to sleep through the night and not wake until at least 7am.

10. Black 2007 Wrangler Unlimited X 4x4, because it has four doors and seats 5!! Who says I can't have a jeep!!!

She's a ballerina, its OFFICIAL.

2006-12-09T11:17:00.000-06:00

Last Saturday, despite me being deathly sick AGAIN, I took Kelsey to dance an hour earlier. For the past four weeks or so she's been a crazed dancing machine practising "her" style of ballet all across the wooden floors of our house.

Up til now she was enrolled in a tots in motion class with is a combination of jazz and some ballet. Not really structured like ballet. There were about only 8 kids and one was a boy. She had lots of fun and did enjoy it, but she's been asking to just do ballet. So we did a test run in a ballet class. . She loved it. She wanted to switch over, so we did. Afterwards, I asked her what she thought of her new classmates and teachers.

The girl: I like it and there's no boys.

Apparently the girl believes boys shouldn't be in dance class. Who knew.

In her defence, the little guy in her class was really cute, but a dickens. He was more a disruption than anything.

The girl is serious about her dance.

So it begins.......

2006-12-06T13:39:00.000-06:00

This is what it looks like out my front window today.

This is awful. On one hand, I can see the beauty of this scene. Some would say its peaceful, serene, full of wonderment. Me, I look at it and it doesn't warm my cockles at all. I hate winter. I hate the cold, the slush, walking in it, the salt, driving in it, wet snow sticking to my glasses, the icy winds, wet everything etc. I think you get my point. There is only one good thing about winter and that's Christmas. But even that has its issues.

I face a daily nightmare. Having to bundle three small children PLUS myself to trek through snow to get my oldest to school, on time. We have to start the dressing process at least half hour before we intend to leave and you have to leave even earlier because no small child can resist hurdling themselves in the fresh snow piled on every lawn we pass. Turning a ten minute walk into a thirty minute ordeal. All the while trying to keep them and myself warm and dry, which never happens no matter how much clothes you pile on them. Columbia smubia, they all get equally wet.

This year I will not freeze. This is my goal. My children apparently do not feel the cold. I do. Its a long walk, and I've long given up the care of how stupid I really look in a toque. Hat, Earmuffs, scarfs, snow pants, mitts, long johns and snow boots. BRING IT ON. I will not freeze to death. I even went so far to buy myself a down fur trimmed parka. I have that whole Russian look going. The giganticus of my hood makes my head look about the size of an apple. Don't care though. I am warm, toasty toasty warm. Despite the 40lbs of cold weather gear.

Now don't think for a minute I would ever be happy with snow. Not ever, not for a minute.
But then there are moments like these, the wonderment of a child captured on the sly,

that make you like it just a little............just a wee little bit.

Just Rubbin it in.

2006-12-06T10:29:00.000-06:00

Just wanted everyone to know I am completely done Christmas shopping for my three kids.

Muahahahhhaahahha.

Just thought I'd mention it.

TTFN.

You've got the cutest little baby feet

2006-11-28T21:59:00.000-06:00

I am a little obsessed with taking photos of my kids. What? You didn't notice?

With so many photos, I decided to take up scrapbooking. I thought it was such a cool way to record their early moments in all that glorious colour and cuteness. Not that I am anywhere done the boy or the girl's first year. I've yet to even start the baby's. I do have his book though. I got that far.

I spent a small fortune buying all the crap. The tools, the papers, going to crops, dragging EVERYTHING with me. Now that is all changed. I've recently discovered digi scrapping. I am OBSESSED. So much easier than dragging out a bunch of totes filled with paper, pens, stickers and tools. All I need is my trusty laptop. I am so there. My kids might get their books finished yet.

Now while perusing through my older kids book, I noticed a little pattern. There are many, many photos of cute little baby feet. Then while perusing through the baby's pics still imprisoned on my laptop, (which now must number around 2000 and he's just 7 months old, Thank-you EVIL digicam) I noticed it again. Lots of little baby feet. I just love little baby feet. Baby feet are just so adorable. From tiny, wrinkled newborn feet to pudgy 7 month old baby feet. I just can't resist.

Looking at these photos, its amazing how fast they grow. Guess I better go and start his scrapbook.

Sugar Daddy

2006-11-19T10:03:00.000-06:00

We took the kids to see the Santa Claus parade. Night time parades are the best. All the floats are lit up with an array of christmasy twinkle lights. Nice way to kick off the Christmas season. The only downfall, its friggin cold. You really really need to bundle up.

Our Saturdays are busy. We have dance in the morning, soccer in the afternoon and errands to run. This weeks soccer game was at 4pm, over at 5pm and then we had to feed the wild ones and get to the parade, in another city, for 6pm.

So we were late. Very, very late. We got there in time to see a couple of floats and of course the big guy in red. The girl was happy. The boy was not. He wanted to see more. We bribed him with donuts and hot chocolate at the local coffee shop.

Grandma met us at the coffee shop. She asked the girl what she though of seeing Santa.

The Girl: He's cute.
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The girl loves fishing and always wants to go with her Uncle, who is an avid fisherman. He was over visiting today.

The Uncle: Ask Santa for some fishing boots.

The Girl: I am and I am going to the North Pole to see all the toys. And then I'm gonna catch a ride home with the "cute bugger" so I can see my house and go in the chimney.

The Uncle: How are you getting there?

The Girl: Daddy's car, but I'm driving.
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Fast forward 17 years and we have this vision of our 20 year old daughter dating men who look like Santa. Oh the horror.

Santa, you really ring my bell.

Tormented From Birth

2006-11-14T13:37:00.000-06:00

Have you ever thought about the mobile hanging above your baby's crib and the permanent damaged we've inflicted?

Seriously think about it. This poor creature begins his life in a blob of a body that he can't control, yet mysteriously his limbs move constantly. He can't do nothing more than stare in those first few months. Stare at the colorful, tempting, swinging toys that hang cruelly above his head, just out of reach. He tries in vain, staring at them intently, willing his limbs to just reach up ever so slightly, to try and bat those taunting and annoying things. He must spend hours plotting the demise of those objects, if he were to ever get his hand to actually grab one.

And after all this, what to we do? As soon as he can reach them, we remove the mobile from the crib.

First biggest let down in this tiny guys' life.

A BioTerrorist Lives Among Us

2006-11-13T21:36:00.000-06:00

We're recovering from a NORWALK like virus that passed through the entire family, including the baby. It was a nasty one. All five of us, laying on the futon in the playroom, myself, wondering if I should make sure the details of our will were finalized.

We lived off Gatorade and chicken soup broth. Not much else. I am just very very thankful we have two bathrooms.

The boy, as sick as he was, stressed over missing school. He's in Sk, I just hope he feels this way when he's in the higher grades.

The girl is always the first to get sick. The girl likes to share and thus ensures she passes it on to the rest of us. We are so lucky. Her fascination with public washrooms and touching ever germ laden surface absolutely EVERYWHERE we go, has a lot to do with it. Taking her to a public washroom is an overly stressful task for the husband and I as we are both germaphobes. No matter who much we've tried, we can not instill a fear of touching things in bathrooms and we still have to fight with her to wash her hands, or for us to even to do it for her. Its a daily fight that never seems to end. WHY??? I ask someone to explain to me the fascination with toilets?

Meh.

Egos,and Misses

2006-11-08T20:43:00.000-06:00

Sunday, my son comes down the stairs, dressed to the nines for church, in a white button down, army green cords and a black tie with little white dogs all over it. He had his hair slicked down. Maybe, just a little too slick. He says to me, "Mommy, look, I did my hair myself. I sure look handsome today."

Apparently, confidence is not an issue in this family. Just ask my daughter.

A few months back, Grandpa said to her, "Such a pretty girl"

The girl - "There's no one prettier, Papa"

We are so in trouble.

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On friday, I picked the boy up from school. He has a birthday party to go to on Saturday for his one classmate. Another child, a favorite of the boy's, can not go.

The boy: Sarah is not coming. She's going to see Miss Asauga. But I don't know who she is.

Me: Um honey, Mississauga is a place near Toronto. Its not a person.

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The Girl Makes a Christmas List

2006-11-05T21:03:00.000-06:00

Okay, so now that Halloween is done and over, all concentrations go to Christmas. We sat the boy and the girl down, pens in hand, wish book on the table and began the yearly process of figuring out what the heck these kids want for Christmas. The boy asked for typically boys things, legos, pirates, dinos, and games. The girl, well that was something different entirely.

The Girls Christmas Wish List

A Unicorn that flies with pretend wings that eats an apple
Ariel Barbie
Pretend doughnuts
Little Pet Shops
Polly Pockets
Tamagachi
Something else that is a honker thing that makes a noise like honk honk honk
Pretend Candy
Pretend Jumper Ballerinas that fly and dance
Something that growls like a cheetah
A mittenglove
Pretend Yogurt
A teddybear that cuddles me, with buttons and says hello.
A mouse that squeaks squeaks squeaks

Seriously, can you imagine the look on the toyrsus's clerks face when I show them this list?

Now we spend the next few weeks trying to decipher what the heck she means.

Halloween is for the kids, afterall.

2006-11-02T14:57:00.000-06:00

The girl started out as a faux fur, tiara, red wigged wearing Ariel, and she ended the night only wearing the mermaid outfit. The stroller was piled high with whatever she had discarded along the walk.

We let her loose on the unsuspecting goodwill neighbours handing out candy to the neighbour kids. I stood on the sidewalks, out of ear shot, to be certain NOT to be embarrassed by whatever came out of the girls mouth. However, at one neighbours house, who lives DIRECTLY across the street, she said, "This house smells STINKY", in her high, pitchy LOUD voice. I am not sure if the lady heard. I sure hope not.

The boy flapped his wings at anyone who paid him any bit of attention. Telling one and all he was a fruit bat. The brave boy he is refused to go near the two haunted houses that our in our neighbourhood. I dragged him into one. Told him to cowboy up, I did. You wonder why we've nicknamed this child Niles, (Fraser Cranes uptight little brother)

The baby, decked out in the boy's old Mickey Mouse costume, (I decided to save myself some time), just laid in his stroller and stared at all the sights. Not a single peep for the entire hour and a half we trick or treated. Nice.

All in all, it was a great night, not too bad weatherwise. Tons of cute costumes. I saw a little chicken and her parent was dressed at Colonel Sanders. Friggin cute. Tons of princesses and pirates.

Now its time to pack it all away again, store it under the stairs, where the spiders live, (In fear, Muahahahaah, http://toofrigginbusymj.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-preparations-and-spider-wars.html)

Happy Halloween!!

Ghosts, Witches, and....... Dilana?? OH MY!

2006-10-31T19:36:00.000-06:00

The pumpkins were carved, the decorations were hung, the costumes were completed, and the food...well...I spent so much friggin time getting my hair just right, I was still making crap when the guests started to arrive. Hey, I had to put THREE colours in it. Nothing permanent, but now I think I am going to get my hair done in black and blonde. Fun!

After a two year hiatus, our infamous Halloween Bash returned, but it was more of a small gathering this time round. Which was a nice change from the 45 - 50 people we had attend the last time it was held. We were in a small condo then, it was, shall I say, cozy. This year we have the big house, but we've all since become Parents, and with that the whole going out when you want thing goes out the window. Many of the original attendees could not attend and were missed, but those who did come, we had a hell of a lot of fun. For those of you who could not attend, there's always next year.

There was B with her martini on the go, S with her whiskey in a flask, Sz with her apparent LOVE of my roasted pumkin seeds (you missed a whole big bowl in the basement). My pumpkin seeds are coveted around here.

We had a few new faces who turned out to be so much fun. There was a witch who tried her damnest to be sexy, "that was my sexy look", a cleavage war (I so won), tons of food and laughs and conversations which again, I can not share here. I wore a corset(tks to Sh corset collection!), I could barely sit, but I looked good. Isn't that what its all about. My husband was Larry the cable guy, a real stretch for him, we had a ghost, a super fat ballerina, an 80's chick, a 50's chick, a renaissance lady, a witch and myself, Dilana do ya wanna. The rest came as themselves. I let them off easy this year. I must be mellowing. I have two huge totes filled with cosutmes, and normally I get to dress those who dare enter my house sans costume. Next year.
Consider yourself warned.

Now,

The Photos

Lovint the 80's makeup. Who knew they still made pink frosted lipstick.

The lady - Note: The friggin ugly curtains and ugly green paint are from the previous house owners. NOT MINE.

Dilana Do ya Wanna!!

BOO!

Pyshco Self Portrait

The lady enjoys an aftereight martini.

The Girls

The Kissing Witch

Yah, I am so cool...

I LOVE the socks!!

Happy Halloween!!!

2006-10-30T23:04:00.000-06:00

The Big day came and went, I am exhausted...I promise to post about the halloween party and tons of pics...tomorrow...my bed calls..

Halloween Preparations and Spider Wars

2006-10-26T21:13:00.000-05:00

I braved the storage room under the stairs to drag out the boxes of Halloween decorations and costumes in preparation for our big Halloween Bash. I hate basements. Especially the storage area of one. While dragging out the crap, I spotted WAY too many free loading creepy n GROSS spiders hanging around down there. I took care of it with a rather large work boot, the buggers. Only good spider is a dead one. Or even a fake one. Fake I can do. Live I simply can not tolerate. Generally I DON'T do the squishing. I holler for my husband to take care of it. However, he has the nerve to work daily and leave me to fend for myself. It wasn't as simple as pick up boot and squish. There was a rather especially embarrassing moment of screaming and running from the storage room like my ass was on fire. I pondered my options, sucked it up and went back, large steel toe boot in hand, said a little prayer and frantically pounded the buggers to pulp. I felt much better.

Later that day, with the help of a great friend, the decorations are just about done. We have a fireplace now and its looks wicked all done up. We still have some things to put up as well as spreading the fake cobwebs over every inch of my house. That and the big grocery shop to get all the goodies.

Tomorrow night, we have an army of family and friends coming over to carve the gazillion pumpkins lining our front porch. This is a yearly event, as my kids are still little and need help with the carving. Then we roast the seeds. Yum! The only issue I have is the feeling of the pumpkin innards...freakin disgusting.

Our costumes are ready to go. The kids have been wearing them proudly. When I finished the girl's mermaid costume, I had her up on my sewing table. I put on her bright red wing and the tiara I made her.

Me: " There you go little girl, your all done"
The girl: "Mummy, call me ARIEL now. (in the snottiest tone all her three little years could muster)

The she snobbishly brushes her hair back and asks to be put on the floor. She struts off to model for the family members that were visiting. She too admonished them for not calling her Ariel. We live with a Diva.

The boy is a bat. I've tried to convince him he is a Vampire bat, but he keeps insiting he is a FRUIT bat. A FRUIT BAT!!! The rest of the boys are going to be Aliens, pirates or super hero's. My son is a Fruit Bat. Nice.
He is also convinced he can fly when in costume or hang upside down like a real bat. We've had some near misses and long conversations of how fake wings don't make a boy fly. EVER. Not off coffee tables, not off chairs, or even loft beds. Next year, nothing with wings.

Have a great Halloween Party weekend. I know we will.

"THE" Post Weekend Post

2006-10-18T09:18:00.000-05:00

This past weekend was planned a couple of months ago. It was a weekend that has been in the making for the past twelve years. I left Sudbury after College, but my best friend remained behind. We stayed in contact and I've been to Sudbury twice since to see her. However, due to life being life, we hadn't seen each other in 8 years, since our weddings. We were long overdue.

With that ,this past weekend was a mixture of hugs, laughs, walks down memory lane, sickness, drinking, embarrassing photos, didn't I mention the laughs? Truly an kick ass girls weekend. The girls are anxiously awaiting this post I am sure. With baited breath. Really.

Things I learned from this past weekend.

People from Sudbury may be part reptile and can not feel the cold.
Gay waiter's are a lot of fun. STELLA!!!
Liqour Stores in Toronto are busier than anywhere else.
P spills more drinks than I.
P falls off beds.
Sirens run aprox. every 5 minutes when your trying to sleep.
P's crazy curly hair can be straighented.
Coke mixed with coffee IS NOT a good thing. Even if it was free.
My purse smells like beer and coffee and coke all at once. Interesting.
The Eaton Center sucks for shopping.
Hotel beds are very very comfortable.
Hot steamy baths makes a girl feel better.
I can't remember shit.
Its good P and I were friends...she holds all my memories.
B brings good shit. Chocolate martini's and sushi...how cool is she?
Everyone likes spinach dip.
P and B are linked comiscally thru music.
P can dance.
I can walk in stilletto's, well. No matter how sick I get.
S can pick up famous people....Right Said Fred? No? What????
S is broken hearted that I like Clam Chowder better than Signal Hill.
Gracies is an awesome pub.
No matter what weekend we stay in Toronto, there will always be a marathon preventing us from leaving on Sunday.
I have awesome friends.
Time and distance does not change friendships, only makes them better.

P it was loads of fun, despite me being ill. I agree we should make it a yearly thing. The girls and I are even willing to brave the cold cold temperatures and head north to you! ha!

There are even more embarrassing photos below. And yet more on my laptop....hehehe....

Cheers!!

Drink, Drinker, Drunk...

2006-10-18T09:14:00.000-05:00

"Smooooch"

B hit me. I have proof.

" I am to sexy for my shirt...lets go disco dancing"

P tried to kiss me. I have proof.

A Girlism

2006-10-17T08:57:00.000-05:00

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The girl refused to go into the playroom today, because she spotted a large spider on the wall. Oh happy day for me. The conversation went like this:

The girl: Mommy, there's a big spider on the wall. I'm not going in until you kill it.

Me: I am busy with the baby right now, go on and I'll..ahh...find something to squish it. (As in something with a VERY long handle so there is no way I will have contact with such creature) (that or phone someone to come remove it depending on its size...you think I am joking?? )

The girl: Okay, you squish it then I'll kick its babies.

Me: What??? (admist bursts of laughter)

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What is she like the baby Mafia of the playroom? No bugs on her turf?

Mommy's love me, bugs fear me.

Ziggy Zaggy Ziggy Zaggy Oi Oi Oi

2006-10-12T23:05:00.000-05:00

Ein Prosit!!!

Happy Oktoberfest for those who think I've gone completely off my rocker.

Yes folks, I live in Oktoberfest hell. Our little Canadian city, becomes a drunken, ride programmed, sauerkraut laden little festival for about 10 days every October. Everyone we know who DOESN'T live here, wants to come and partake in the festivities. Everyone who DOES live here, hides away in their home until the lederhosen, dirndle wearing, feathered hat freaks leave.

Yes, its good for the economy, but its still a big pain in the ass. This does not mean that we don't enjoy a bit of it. We do take the kids to the yearly parade. We also have hats for the kids and collect the tacky pins.

Every thanksgiving Monday, we scurry around the house like mice and gather our gear. We want to be there fairly early this year, early enough to get our kids a front row spot. We succeed. After the parade has started, a pair of asshole parents with a kid of about 8 or 9, step in front the boy and the girl and lay out a blanket on the road, and crouch instead of sit and completely block my kids view. Ummm. Seriously? Do I have to ask you to move? Are you smoking sauerkraut? Who does that?

Our kids lasted only half way through, before the girl started screaming " I GOT TO GO PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We left...quickly.

Until next year.....

Turkey Memoirs and such

2006-10-11T22:41:00.000-05:00

This past weekend was thanksgiving. We had the family over for a big traditional turkey dinner. My husband has an obsession with turkey. As in we've had to buy a bigger stove and a bigger roast pan just to accommodate this obsession.

It was a 30lb bird this year. A little smaller than normal..thankfully.

He was working so I had to prep the bugger myself. I kept thinking of the Mr. Bean episode where he ended up with his head up the turkeys ass. That could have been me. I could barely lift the thing, and it came down to me hauling it around by its ankles. Do turkey's even have ankles? Well I fought the turkey, and I won. So there.

Here's proof:

Notice the bottle of wine, compared to the size of the bird. I am a little turkey'd out now.

When I was not in the room, a couple male family members thought it would be funny to let the baby gnaw on the turkey leg....and photograph it. Yes, that's correct. Abuse my baby and take pictures as proof. Was I upset....you could say just a"wee" bit. He hasn't even had veggies yet the buggers.

Notice the death grip on the turkey leg. Okay, he only licked the thing, but still. Mind you, he was nearly beside himself with excitement.

The baby: *wow so much better than that crappy rice mush they try and pass off as food. Now this, this is real food. Goo goo blah blah*

Hope you all had a great thanksgiving.

I finally found the perfect career

2006-10-09T19:12:00.000-05:00

Balloon animals.

Thats right. You heard me.

Balloon animals.

I wanna be a master balloonist.

I mean come on, look at that Penguin!! A penguin out of balloons. A fish on a rod. This guy is awesome. Think of how much fun I could have.

I wonder if he would love an apprentice.

Guess Where I'll be Novemburrrrr 17th

2006-10-06T15:55:00.000-05:00

with or without the kids.

http://www2.warnerbros.com/happyfeet/

Micki is soooooo very happy. I adore anything penguin and even admit to having a "small" collection of penguin memorabilia. Yes, I do own March of the Penguins, although it killed me to watch it and I can't bring myself to watch it again. Wow, now I sound like a complete wuss.

I have convinced myself that I will one day, have a penguin for a pet. That and win the lottery. I am sure my husband is almost as convinced. Hey, Ace Ventura had one living in his fridge!!

Anyways, I'll be first in line for this one. Robin Williams. You can never go wrong with Robin Williams. I can't friggin wait for the merchandising...CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! Think of me!!!

The girl and the boy were watching the trailer on the website and laughing their full heads off. Its going to be a good one. And now the girl has been asking for a penguin for a pet.

The Girl: Mommy, just a teeny one, mommy (using her fingers to show me the a penguin the size of a staple.

If only...

Just Say NO! to ELMO!

2006-09-30T20:00:00.000-05:00

Anyone else with me? AM I the only SANE person left on the planet? (That statement actually makes even me snicker...me...sane...hahaha)

Who in their right mind would pay more than retail ($100+ on ebay for a doll worth 39CDN, and even that is too much) for some friggin annoying toy that will end up in the bottom of the toy box after about a week AFTER driving the PARENTS around the bend. It'd be cute for like the first time , but I am pretty sure after like the third time singing and smacking itself silly, you'd be fit to burn the thing. Twice.

Wait a few weeks and there will be a gazillion on shelves in time for Christmas. They might even go on sale.

On the other side, the JERKS who buy a gazillion of them, only to charge obscene amounts to the desperate parents who will buy it. I have a suggestion for you: why don't you take a couple of your stash and donate it to a children's hospital or even an orphanage or safe house for the abused. Do something right with it. Money isn't everything.

As for my three kids, they will do without. And be better for it.

I'll put my soap box away now.

Micki vs The Fly

2006-09-28T15:33:00.000-05:00

There is a fly tauting me, and has been for THREE days. With FOUR flyswatters at my disposal, you'd think I'd have ended it by now. BUT NO, it still eludes me.

Fly must die.

Even the kids were in on the hunt, but all the ended up happening was that I got whacked by an icky disgusting flyswatter.

Fly must die.

There are five people in this house. And I am POSITIVE that I am the cleanest, so why does the bloody fly keep landing on me. ME. Why, because insects sense fear..ok hatred in the case of this gross critter.

Fly must die.

As I am sitting here writing this is has landed on me THREE times. Only cause there is no flyswatter within frantic reach.

Fly must die.

For those who know me, they are fully aware of my complete and abnormal disdain for insects. Search through the archives people, I've covered this before.

EDIT:
Fly is dead.

Muahahahahahahhahahahaah

Halloween Frenzy

2006-09-24T10:48:00.000-05:00

Well, our house is abuzz with preparations for Halloween. Each shopping trip, I sneak in a few more new decorations to add to the overflowing crates of Halloween decs we already have. With all the crap we have, my husband will never notice a "few" more. See, I have an abnormal love of Halloween. I guarantee I have WAY more Halloween decs than Christmas decs. Its like pumpkins and bats and ghost and skeletons, OH MY! Everywhere you go. Every store is loaded. My Halloween dream, one day I will own a fog machine. Its simply going to happen.

As for Halloween costumes, I've been working on collecting stuff for my Dilana costume. I am making myself a crazy torn tutu skirt and on the search to borrow some doc martens. I even have fakes tattoos...LOL..It will be awesome. It'll take me weeks to get my hair back to normal. The best part, the boy has his first soccer game EVER the day of our Halloween party. I will be doing my hair in the morning, cause it will take FOREVER. I can't wait to see all the soccer moms faces when I show up in wacked out Dilana hair. Think they'll ask me to help organize snack break? MUAHahahahaahhah....What a first impression I will make that day.

Now the boy originally wanted to be Captain Jack Sparrow, but because I live in the suckiest suckiety suck suck city for shopping in general, the accessories are no wear to be found. So he changed his mind. The conversation went like this:

the boy: I wanna be a cheetah

Me: NO, just no

the boy: why not?

Me: No more cat stuff, the obsession ends now (he has spent months pretending he's a cat. Its time to move on)

the boy: (thinks hard) Ok, a Lion.

Me: NO, still a cat.

the boy: A raccoon then.

Me: WHAT?? What about Superman, Batman or Spiderman? Power Rangers even. I'll do it, I'll break down and go commercial. Give me something?

the boy: No, a raccoon.

So in an effort to persuade him to be something more..um...manly....I take him to the local grocery store to check out their HUGE costume selection. After searching through hundreds of costumes, he vetoes EVERYTHING, except for a fuzzy cute giraffe. Again NO! We find a lone Bat costume. Not Batman, a fuzzy black bat. This I can live with. Way better than a cheetah or raccoon or a bloody giraffe. But being Micki, "I can so make it better, for less".

This has also happened with the Girl's mermaid and now the baby , its been decided will be a monkey. I hit the fabric stores this past weekend and now I'm surrounded by piles of fluff, fleece, satin and sequins.

Now between their costumes, making a few for friends, our costumes, hosting our upcoming Thanksgiving dinner, and hosting a Halloween party., with the basic chores of everyday life, you wonder why this blog is called TOO FRIGGIN BUSY????

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Make it Stop!!

2006-09-19T23:18:00.000-05:00

I HATE, did I mention HATE, that friggin New Mini wheats commerical. Hate.

The makers of this commercial are EVIL DOERS.

"I fell in love with a Flavour" ' YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS it was Vanilla"
Miiiiiinnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiii Wheat, Wheat, Wheat, The flavour can't be beat....

OR WHATEVER!!!

ITS DRIVING ME INSANE.

Watch it, I DARE YA!!! (Make sure your sound is on, yah, cause ya sure don't want to miss out... )

What, you say its now stuck in your head?

Good, then my work here, is done. I shall not suffer alone.

How to swear, girl style

2006-09-16T16:38:00.000-05:00

On a lovely Saturday afternoon, my husband took the boy and the girl outside on the front lawn to play soccer. Some nice daddy and kiddy bonding time. During their game, the boy blocked the girls shot.

The girl: Damn

The Dad: What did you say?

The girl: I said nothing

The Dad: I heard what you said

The boy: She said Damn

The girl: I SAIDDDDDDDDDD beaver dam

The Dad turns his back to her, trying to suppress the laughter.

This is my proudest moment. My highly intelligent daughter is using her gift to "cleverly" disguise her love of swearing. Nice.

Boy, I can't wait until next year when she's in school.

Girlism

2006-09-15T15:13:00.000-05:00

To take the boy to school, we must walk down a very long street of very nicely kept large homes with expensively landscaped front yards.

The girl loves to run amok, climbing and jumping off the neatly placed rocks, stones and ornaments these folks painstakingly laid out. Without much luck, I have been trying to convince her to only walk on the sidewalk. Rules are not the girls thing. Our gazillionth conversation on this subject goes like this:

Me: Please stay off these lawns, they don't belong to us and its rude to run all over someone else's property.

The Girl: (Completely ignores me, I swear I heard birds chirping,and I am NOT talking about the ones in the trees. Jumps up on the next retaining wall and tries out her balancing skills, while I have visions of knocked out teeth once she trips)

Me: Get Down before you hurt yourself. I told you it was rude to go on other peoples property. You need to keep your feet on the sidewalks.

The Girl: (Finally decides to listen, ponders this for a moment.)"If I see someone on our lawn, I will throw apples at them from the front window so they will stay off"

Me: Um, No. That's probably not what I meant.

RockStar Disappoints

2006-09-13T22:05:00.000-05:00

Oh yah, the tables are turned.

Micki is bitter.

Very very very bitter.

LUCAS???

LUCAS???

World, I am dissappointed with you.

Meh.

RockStar Freakin Rocks

2006-09-12T20:45:00.000-05:00

Okay, Toby and Dilana are it. I don't care which one wins as long as one of them does.

Sorry, just NOT a Lucas fan. Don't just vote cause he's Canadian. VOTE FOR THE BEST!! He just doesn't suit this band.

Magni, another great singer, but he just doesn't WOW me like Toby or Dilana.

Dilana Just Kicked Ass Tonight. I still love her. She looked amazing tonight and I really like her version of Roxanne. What confidence to have the four guys singing behind her. GO Dilana!! GO!!

Toby is a gorgeous specimen of a man with an awesome voice and loads of fun to watch on stage.

EVS!!!!

Embarrassing Habit Revealed: I have Bell Sympatico so I can watch it first at 9pm and then REWATCH it again at 10pm on the Sask channel. I am such a Loser. What the hell am I going to do with myself now when its all over?

Going to vote now.

Quasi says hi

2006-09-11T22:06:00.001-05:00

My eye hurts. Meh.

Yesterday, during breakfast, I am telling, okay, whining about this to the boy.

The boy: Whats wrong mommy?

Me: My eye hurts today. When I blink it hurts. Even when I touch it, it hurts.

The boy: (looking at me with all the compassion in the world, and with a very serious little face says) Well don't touch it then.

Yah, I tried to sell him on ebay, but my husband stopped me. Foiled again.

Seriously, this is my "good eye". Which means my vision is crap but my left eye is just slightly better than my very bad right eye. I think its pink eye. How does a grown adult get pink eye when none, NONE of her three children have it.
I feel like a pariah. I am like a leper in my own home. Everyone is avoiding me. I'd avoid myself if I could.

Meh.

Update:

I woke up this morning and it wasn't pretty. Normally you can not see your bottom eyelid...think about it. Well I can. Yup. Swollen is an understatement...I fear by the end of the day, I will look like a cousin of Quasi Modo. Is this pink eye?

Meh.

I fear, this is what I will look like tomorrow morning, but with way cuter clothes.

Remembering Sept 11th

2006-09-11T09:01:00.000-05:00

A good friend and I have a life long obsession with New York City. Our dream of seeing the city was realized in May 2005. It was amazing. A wonderful especially busy 3 says where we crammed in as much as we could. We have many great memories from the trip.

We did venture to the Ground Zero sight. Seeing in on television does not compare to seeing it in person. The vastness of it. Its hard to put into words, how your feeling, when your standing there, looking at the devastation left behind.

I remember where I was exactly 5 years ago today. Sitting in my living room with a three month old baby, clutched in my arms and I watched the Today show, trying to figure out what happened to the first tower. It was then I noticed another plane in the background at the exact time Katie and Matt did, as we watched in horror as the second tower was hit before our very eyes. It was not a replay. The today show crew went into panic, cameras veered ,there was utter chaos as they themselves tried to understand what their eyes and just seen. It was horrible. I remember going into the bedroom and waking my husband and telling him what happened, knowing that in a few hours we were to go to his Grandmother's funeral.

I remember spending days watching CNN hoping for all those families, that somehow, someway, survivors were found. It was a bleak and depressing time. I can't imagine what it was like for the survivors or the families left behind wondering.

As its human nature, we learn to cope with the it, and try and move on.
I will never forget the horror of Sept 11th. Lets hope the rest of the world
doesn't either.

Evil Doers

2006-09-06T08:08:00.000-05:00

A letter to the makers of M&M's:

Dear Evil Doers,

First its bad enough you make M&M's in general, but to go and make them Pink AND THEN add the breast cancer logo AND donate money from every bag sold to the charity.....cruel...

Now I am going to eat my weight in M&M's, all in the name of charity of course.

Thanks makers of M&M's.

http://us.mms.com/us/news/promotions/komen/

M&M's were harmed in the making of this post.

This weekend, I met myself

2006-09-05T08:07:00.000-05:00

My baby is laying beside my starting at me intently with his huge blue eyes. Its like he's wondering when is she leaving again? Ok, so I am feeling a wee bit guilty for being away from him for three days. But it was a great, busy, fun weekend. Nothing beats rekindling relationships lost over time and distance. Its even more wonderful when you realize time and distance never changed anything. It's even freakier, when you realize a cousin you haven't seen in 20 years is your clone.

To end the summer proper, I took the kids to the family cottage. My husband stayed home with the baby, who hates to travel. Hates his car seat, hates being on his back, hates being hot, or cold, hates being down, or being up. You get the idea. The three hour ride turns into a 5 or 6. So my husband took the baby to his family's for the weekend. I was free to take the boy and the girl to terrorize the great north. Pat mommy on the back for her bravery. Two small "slightly " busy children at the lakeside without dad to instill fear. I should be given an award for bravery.

However, I had grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and cousins to aide me in operation: keep my kids from drowning. It was successful. I brought two fully intact children home. I am proud.

It rained the entire time, but it never affected the mood or fun we had together.
Although I hadn't seen my cousin in 20 years, it felt like yesterday. We couldn't talk for 5 minutes without laughing uncontrollably. The more we talked, the more we said..ME TOO!! It was eerie in the good way. Despite years apart, we are very much alike. What a great way to end the summer, with a great new friendship. I can't wait to see where our zaniness will take us.

The Family with the FUGLY shoes....

2006-08-31T19:35:00.000-05:00

A little story.....

My mom walks into my house wearing the most butt ugliest shoes I have ever laid eyes on. Big round toes with holes and made from some strange rubber stuff. Now I don't do round toes. Flipflops don't count here people. I had seen them around, but since they were so ugly, I never gave it much thought.

Now that they were in my house, I had to face these ugly monstrosities. My mom begins to sing the praises of these glorified duckboots. Telling me how comfortable they are, how they mould to your foot. Etc etc. I'll admit my curosity was peaked. During the school year, we walk quite a distance, twice a day to get the boy to school. Comfortable shoes would make it much more bearable.

I tried hers on......

and now......

We are the family with the FUGLY shoes..... but damn it, we're comfortable.

I only wish I had discovered these when I was pregnant.

Ride on, Dark Horse

2006-08-30T21:49:00.000-05:00

Dilana in the bottom three? Is the world on crack? Were we experiencing a mass hallucination? Give the girl a break. Vote on the talent people, not the behind the scenes crap. Vote for who best suits the band, not who you like the best. There is a difference. Stones, people, stones.

I'm over it. We all know, there is no way she is going home yet.

As for Ryan, his final words were a little harsh. He certainly didn't take his ousting too humbly. His performance tonight was put on again. He is trying to rock when he's clearly not a rocker. He does have a great voice, he just doesn't sell me on the whole dark rocker thing. His stage performance is mediocre at best. Adios.

Lucas performed well, but I seriously want to rip his tongue out. Why does he feel the constant need to stick it out and lick things. I am certain the boy has some kind of deficiency.

Care to comment? Who do you think is going to be the final two?

We're training them right

2006-08-30T21:03:00.000-05:00

The Dad(in his best goofy impersonation of a Drill sergeant): Ma'am, Put your shoes on. Do you hear me?

The girl: Daddy, I am not a man

The Dad: I clearly said Ma'am, not man. You got wax in your ears? Can you hear me girl? I said to put yours shoes on

The girl: SIR YES SIR

Apparently, military boot camp is the way to go.

RockStar Review

2006-08-29T21:05:00.000-05:00

Minus all the she said crap , it was a great night for performances. Although, I would love to bop that idiot barbie doll of host over the head a few times. Man,she bugs me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The way Lucas moves on stage is very cool. I love his jerky movements and wild faces. He rocked Lithium, but I still prefer week 1's version by Dilana.

Magni came back tonight. I loved his gritty angry voice tonight. Amazing.

Ryans was good, but I don' think it was his best. Sometimes I think he tries to hard. The whole dark horse think is a bit much, but he does have a great voice.

The band didn't seem to like Storm, but with Toby backing her, I thought she did great. Mind you, I love Bring me to Life, by Evernesence and I liked her version of it.

Toby is just down right sexy, fun to watch and I love the sound of his voice. Big fan of the bed head style he sports. Out of the guys left, his style seems to best suit the band. IMHO.

Dilana. Dilana. Dilana. Friggin amazing!!! LOVED IT!!!

Botttom Three:
Storm
Ryan
Honestly, I can't decide a third...

Lucas is not my favorite, but he's a huge favorite. I would really like Magni, Toby and Dilana of course to be final three.

That's my two cents whether you want it or not.

Why Dilana Why?

2006-08-29T12:20:00.000-05:00

What is up with her? She unravelled before my very eyes. While I understand you need to deal when shit is thrown your way, I am more a fan of strength than weakness.

Still, I friggin love her.

EDIT: You can make your on tattoos and print them off on the Rockstar webiste...how friggin cool is that!!

Here's the link: http://rockstartattoobuilder.rockstar.msn.com/

A Girlism

2006-08-28T14:04:00.000-05:00

The Uncle is holding the baby. The girl struts over to the baby and sniffs him. She declares loudly: " He smells like an ass......(she pauses, sees mommy's horrified face and then adds) tro - not. Ass.....tro-not....

She's smarter than we think.

Your thinking Back to School, I'm thinking HALLOWEEN

2006-08-28T12:33:00.000-05:00

My name is Micki and I am a rockstaraholic.
I can't wait until this week's show. What have I become. I am, in general, not a huge tv fan. House, CSI, Criminal Minds and even then, I don't catch them weekly. Meh.

In other news:

With October looming closer, our house becomes a frenzy of preparations for the greatest holiday ever. That's right folks. Hallow e'en. This is MY TIME of year.

We've already planned our costumes, some us recently, others have know for months. The boy will be Captain Jack Sparrow, which is apparently different from the Dead Ghost Pirate of Halloween 2005. The girl wishes to be a Mermaid. In keeping with their unintentional theme, we've decided to make the baby a Parrot.

I do not purchase costumes. I make every one from scratch. We've had a Mickey, a Minnie, a Franklin, a ghost (his choice not mine), the tar monster from Scooby Doo 2 (yes folks, my 3 year old son wanted to be big black pile of oozing tar) , a cheetah and a fairy. However, this year, with three small bodies to clothe, I am not adversed to hitting the big WM for a factory made one or the accessories to ease my burden.

As for myself, we are thinking about bringing back the big Halloween Bashes we were famous for. With a bigger house, the idea is very tempting. We had to stop for a couple of years because our old house, just couldn't hold the numbers that showed up.

If we go ahead with this, I will be going as Dilana from RockStar and I will be forcing my husband to go as Tommy Lee. He doesn't know this yet...lol.
He's become a really great sport in relation to my Halloween obsession.

Anyone know where I can get enough fake tattoos to cover two bodies???

Halloween 2005

Yar har, there me matey.

The Zoo, We sure felt at home.

2006-08-25T22:39:00.000-05:00

Back from the Toronto Zoo. We are still in one piece, barely. Frazzled, distressed, and exhausted would be the correct description of how I am feeling at this precise moment.

First it was raining all day, which at first you think, not a great day for the Zoo. But you would be wrong. Rain keeps the people away, but it brings the animals out. (I am not referring to my children as animals.....this time, wait till later in this post). However, not a fan of getting soaked.

It was frustrating getting there, because a late Friday morning is apparently the WRONG time to travel through Toronto. Traffic was maddening because every Tom, Dick and Harry was trying to get to the 400 and take over cottage country with their big fat ugly SUV's and even bigger holier than thou attitudes. All the while the girl is asking us every 10 minutes " Are we here?", or my personal favorite " I really really have to pee". She doesn't. She just fascinated with public washrooms. Being stuck in traffic with a crying infant, a shrill 3 year old girl, and a 5 year old boy, who is curious how shrill he can make the girl, can seriously make any normal adult consider alcoholism. Notice I said normal. I 'll have another bartender...She slurrrrsss.

Also I forgot my camera. I mean I thought I did. It was in the diaper bag the entire time, not that I realized this until we were back home. Grrrrrr.

After we arrive, make the necessary bathroom breaks, we start on the path to the African part of the Zoo. We mainly spend the first two hours juggling a crying baby and two very excited children who are bound and determined to scale a fence and become someones lunch today.

The Gorillas were in their outside enclosure today. I could seriously have sat there and watched them for hours. There is a new baby gorilla which is just so friggin cute. He was gleefully tormenting the other young gorillas. He was running around hitting the other gorilla, playing and causing trouble. It was amazing to stand there and watch them interact with each other. My kids watched them for about....30 seconds."Can we go now? I wanna see the Giraffes" After the girl yelling for the first 45 minutes at the Zoo, "I wanna see King Kong" . So much for King Kong.

The boy's thing is Cheetah's. He was in awe at the Cheetah exhibit. A huge cheetah sauntered right up to the glass viewing area, only 2 feet away from the boy's very happy face. We were the only ones there and this beautiful animal was checking out the boy for sometime. An experience of a life time. Later, the boy tells me the Cheetah was trying to give him an Eskimo kiss. Nice. He's now convinced he's a Cheetah Whisperer.

While visiting the Lion Den, the King himself sauntered up to the top of his hill and let out three huge roars. The kids spent quite awhile "entertaining" us with their version of his roar.

My husband also tripped over the handle of the wagon, knocked himself silly on a huge tree limb and nearly crushed the boy as he fell on him. He now has a HUGE red welt on his noggin. The best was the three young guys walking by at the exact time he did this, giggling their asses off. My husband's ego suffered just a little. All the same, I nearly died laughing.

Paybacks are a bitch. While taking the girl to the bathroom, I also had to go. The girls shrill voice calls out " Mommy, I like it when your 'gina is hairy. "Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how I felt at that exact moment. My husband has laughed non stop since. I am laughing now, not so much then.

The ride home was horrible. The baby cried, the girl wined, the boy annoyed, I now have a few less nerves and my husband has a nice goose egg for his troubles.

Despite it all, it was worth it.

With Friends Like These....

2006-08-18T14:43:00.000-05:00

These wonderfully embarrassing photos are from this exact weekend last year. College buddies are like no others.

The scary thing...three of these people are parents....LOL!

All I can say is...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!

Notice the faces of those not grabbing their crotch?

Nice.

Self Portrait: and no I am not THAT pale..its the flash..really..the flash.

A friendship that stands the test of times and distance.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!! We'll see you tomorrow night.

EDIT: Wow that is a loud shirt Simon! ha!

RockStar rules my world.

2006-08-16T21:14:00.000-05:00

BYE BYE Z!! Don't let the door hit you in the arse. What a terrible performance. That was beyond weird.

As for Magni, certainly surprised he was in bottom three.

And Dilanna...How freakin awesome was she, playing with the band. Come on, you know you want her.

Ryan's first performance was amazing, the encore lacked something. Better done without the big house band in my humble opinion.

Can't wait til next week.

No Rabbit is Safe.

2006-08-16T21:07:00.000-05:00

It was a nice sunny evening and we thought it would be a nice idea to take the kids and the dog for a walk. They were wild ones today and needed some energy burned off.

After I shimmy the baby in the sling, leash the dog (not the kids although some days I am tempted) get the kids suited up with helmets and bikes, we are off.

We make our way to the creek in our neighbourhood as the kids really like to go on the bridge and try and spot critters in the creek and on the banks.

Today my husband spots a brown rabbit. The boy and the girl are excitedly motioning for me to come and see it. The creature is as still as a statue. The boy decides he wishes to go down to the creek and pick up the rabbit. I tell him it will run away if he tries to go down. My husband tells him he wouldn't want to catch it because its a wild animal and will claw and bite.

The boy thinks hard for a minute...."What if I had a gun?"