Why I foster… May 27, 2008
You know there are sometimes when you’re just reading the morning paper and a lesson hits you in the head. Today was one of those days.
volunteer
become a mentor
become a foster parent
change your outlook
I know I’m pathetic….shut up… May 19, 2008
Is it just me or does just the theme song make you giggle and just a little excited….
I have to say that Dixon looks about as Ghetto as Betty White.
now THIS is television at it’s finest…Brenda Walsh, Kelly as an addict, the cool hand slap at the end, the akwardly too old cast….. awwww good times.
May Long and a Two-Four…. May 19, 2008
Awww, the beginning of summer, may long weekend. I don’t know what you call it in your parts but when I grew up we called this beloved weekend “May-long” apparently saying the “weekend” was too much work. We would go camping and drink and stay in tents and drink and play slow pitch and drink and cook on open flames and drink. I’m sure this is a tradition the world over but in Saskatchewan (and Alberta) with our limited summer this was a huge event. This called for a “two-four” of beer….We would go out in our “Bunnyhugs” making sure we had plenty of clean ‘ginch’ or the more proper “gaunch”. Then we’d all play Kaiser until the sun came up…..
I don’t know why people from Saskatchewan are always made fun of…..
I wish I was funnier…. May 8, 2008
I mean, I’m funny, I’m damn funny but all those people that have their designs over at cafe press are freakin’ hilarious. I spent a large portion of my night last night looking through their tshirts. I need a new design for Pride Week in Edmonton this summer where I sit around and knit while the parade goes by….I was thinking a cute “Queer knitting” or something like ‘Some of my best friends are Queer” something witty. Last year I forgot about it until it was too late. I had NO idea. The fact that there are shirts that say “What would Brian Kinney do” is enough to make me smile all damn day. I can’t decide!!!! I think I’m going with this one or this one or maybe this one or this one but my favorite so far is this one!
This could take awhile.
Then I stupidly started looking at the plain ole knitting shirts….
I may waste the whole day….
746.43 May 7, 2008
What the heck!
I’m tired.
I’m sober (out of booze)
I’m hungry (for chocolate, not REAL food)
I’ve got a case of SSS.
I’ve got gas.
It’s hump day (and I haven’t been humped)
And a lady at the library took the knitting book that I wanted off the shelf RIGHT in front of me!
I’m going to read blogs and fart until dh gets the hint and goes and buys me some coolers…..maybe I can strike a couple off my list…..mostly the hump day thing.
Creaking bones and Mammograms…. April 30, 2008
What the hell?
I’m 39 today. Now I realize that all the fuss I made about turning 38 was in ridiculous! 38 rocked…it’s was perfect and special. I’m sad to see it go. There are only 365 days until 40…what the hell am I going to do? OOOO I know, I’ll make a list of all the things I want to do before I turn 40 and in the next year I’ll complete every one.
Ok…..um…
1. Start to compost.
2. Go to Hot Yoga not just talk about going to Hot Yoga.
3. Make serious plans to move to Europe or some other exotic locale at least for a couple of years.
4. Take my multi vitamin and increase my Omega 3’s.
Oh god, who am I kidding, I’m going to drink too much wine and knit instead of just about everything else in my life, and I’ll be whining about turning 40 in 365 days….!
In Case of Emergency….break glass. April 18, 2008
Sometimes there are exercises in futility that I just make me shake my head. It’s time for our yearly ‘assessment’ to continue our fostering license. Because we’re in a new house there is a lot less than in the older home where apparently there were dangers EVERYWHERE (eye roll). So although I haven’t killed off any of my biological children I spend a day going through the house to make sure I’m not endangering the life of “N”. Of course this could be achieved by placing her in a giant bubble and communicating through flashcards which if I have to cover one more electrical socket may just happen. So everyone knows that my beloved Elijah is a bit of a ‘challenge’. He’s not the mainstream type of kid, he’s the fling him off the nearest bridge type of kid. He LOVES pulling out the plastic covers from electrical sockets. He’s been doing it since he was 1. The very covers that the government insists I put on for the safety of a NINE YEAR OLD, my little bugger pulls out for sport. But here’s the kicker, he doesn’t care about the sockets unless they have covers on them. The only time he plays any where near them is the week leading up to my ’safety assessment’ when I frantically run behind him replacing the stupid plastic SAFETY covers. I’ve mentioned to my social worker that if a nine year old sticks something in a socket it’s called ‘learning by process’ if my four year old ends up dangling over the lion cage at the local zoo suddenly I’m the rotten parent.
Do NOT get me started on the Emergency Exit map and Fire Drill practice that may in fact cause permanent injury.
Now where did I put the “medicinal elixir”.
Tick.tick.tick.tick. April 17, 2008
13 days until my birthday. I’m so glad I still look so good, but dammit I’m turning THIRTY FREAKIN’ NINE in 13 days.
Quite frankly the only thing that is making me feel better is that Rox will be 40 in just 46 days.
