Broken Heart
April 21, 2006 family
We spent 8 hours at Children’s Emergency last night after Dylan had been experiencing chest pains yesterday at school. No one from school called me and he told me once he got home. Yes, I’m angry about that, but redirecting that energy into being grateful that he is alright.. He’s been through the ringer with his heart, and this constant threat wears on us. He’s okay. We’re tired though, and off to spend the day together. I’ve hugged him tight many times in the last 24 hours. There will be further testing and I’m more scared than what I’m letting on in front of him.
Have a good weekend.
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9:27 am |
Boobah and Poker
April 20, 2006 family
You’ll notcie a hint of French in Troll Baby’s voice. “Play the Coquer?”
This folks, is entertainment.
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2:16 pm |
While checking email from my font group, which Sassy also belongs to:
April 19, 2006 family
“Oh! Our 10 fonts are in!”
“WHAT?”
“Our 10 fonts are in!”
“HUH?!”
“Oh my god. Our. 10. fonts. are. in. our. email.”
“Ohhhhhhhh.”
“What did you think I said?”
“Our tampons are in!”
“Yes, I buy my tampons in case lots from eBay. Sure.”
Much laughter.
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11:44 pm |
The Pictures I Promised, Getting Tagged, and Other Shit
Okay to the whole quitting smoking thing sucks. My thoughts are everywhere, and I can’t seem to concentrate. Many apologies to my customers. This is what I’ve been up to for the last two days. It used to be a salmon colour (because we had a salmon and chili pepper Mexican themed duvet cover before this). I love this new dusty-blue-grey. It’s soothing and I can’t wait to go to bed tonight.
Yes, the trim isn’t on the window yet. That is not my department. Now I must hound the shit outta hubby until he gets it done. I’m really good at that though!
So I was tagged by my lovely cousin Jessica and I’m supposed to name six weird things about me and tag 6 others. I’m not tagging anyone, but if you want to do it, have at ‘er.
Here’s my weirdness:
1) I can do this thing with the muscles in my eyes and look like an alien. I pull the bottom lid muscles in toward my nose and I tried taking a picture of it, but in all of them, I look drunk or you get a great view of my forehead. Ha.
2) I am afraid of squirrels. Deathly afraid. Our neighbourhood is full of them, and they run amok, among trees and on the ground. I would love a major ban put on those fuckers instead of pitbulls. Or maybe in addition to. Whatever.
3) My favorite sandwich is a fried egg, canned salmon, onion and mayonaise sandwich. Yeah it stinks, but it’s SO GOOD. Don’t knock it till you try it.
4) When I know people are going to come over, I obsessively clean for days before. I actually get down on my hands and knees and up on chairs to inspect EVERYTHING, just so no one can say, “Did you SEE the top of her fridge?” or “Did you SEE behind her toilet?”
Yeah. Because people do that.
5) I’m on the phone at least 6 hours a day with Sassy. We blog together, we post at our MSN group together, we make graphics together, we pee together, we eat together, well, you get the picture. Co-dependent? Oh yes. We’ve been doing this for over 2 years.
6) I didn’t cry at my own wedding. I was too nervous. There were too many people there. I cannot cry in front of people I’m not comfortable with. If, for any reason, I don’t trust you, I won’t cry anywhere near you. Under the wrong circumstances, I can make myself completely void of emotion. Must be a survival tactic from childhood.
And because I don’t follow instructions, here’s number 7: I sing. Well. Friends and family love having me at Karaoke bars and sneak those little slips of paper to the Karaoke person while I’m in the bathroom. My favorite song to sing is “Me and Bobby McGee” by Janis Joplin. I’m been told I nail that song. The only thing about this talent is that I have to be pretty lubed up to do it. And afterwards, I’m completely sober and shaking. Stage fright city. What a pussy.
Moving right along, I have to share a few things with you, but forgive my lack of brainpower in the whole segway and lead in shit. I’m not up for it since there is no longer fresh nicotine corsing through my veins.
Thomas has learned to say a few more phrases:
“Love ya bizatch,” (I taught him that….ha ha)
In the morning, “The sun-ah, is on-ah.” I don’t know what is with the extra syllables on the ends of words, but it’s incredibly cute, and I do believe Troll Baby will be a preacher one day-ah.
At night, “The moon-ah, is on-ah.”
“Maka-row-neeeeee.”
My girlfriend Nic (who has a 12 year old and a 7 year old - both boys) and I were on the phone tonight and she was telling me how the 12 year old is really sporting an attitude and refuses to brush his mop of hair, and he’s always hunched over with his hands in his pockets.
Nic: “Why don’t you brush your hair?”
Son, dopey voiced: “Why? It’s my hair.”
Nic: “Take your hands out of your pockets, you look lazy or sick or something.”
Son, dopey voiced: “They’re just pockets.”
We laughed so hard at this tonight - maybe it’s my lack of brain activity, who knows, but “They’re just pockets” is SO gonna be my excuse for everything for a while. Dopey voice and all.
Dinner’s not made? “They’re just pockets.”
Kid not at school? “They’re just pockets.”
Didn’t do the laundry? “They’re just pockets.”
Hey! You know what doesn’t have pockets? The Queen wanted to know how Dylan’s karate was going - well his Gi arrived today and it does not have pockets:
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10:42 pm |
Addiction
So I quit smoking again today - cold turkey, as always. Last time I lasted over a year. This time I hope it’s for good. I’m chewing gum like a cow chews cud. My jaw hurts.
To distract myself today, I ripped apart our bedroom and painted it. Pictures later.
I got my hair dyed, coloured and highlighted on the weekend. Funky Mama. Pictures later.
This post is boring the shit outta me. I want a cigarette.
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5:00 pm |
Dude Looks Like A Lady
April 17, 2006 family
You know those days, where you think about the future and wonder if your son will go on the Oprah Show and say, “I knew I was gay when I was 21 months old?”
Yeah that has happened to me today.
Troll Baby LOVES Dora the Explorer and at my insistance, my in-laws were kind enough to buy a Dora dolly for him for Easter. He and I missed the family Easter dinner because his flu that turned into a cold has now morphed into an ear infection. If it morphs again into leprosy or malaria, I’m booking it outta here.
So when Daddy and Dylan walked in last night, stuffed with turkey and potatoes, they brought Dear Dora with them, and I cracked open her box to give her to Troll Baby. God that sounds rude. Don’t disrespect the Dora.
“Dowa Dowa!!!” Troll Baby was THRILLED with her, and pointed excitedly at her hairbrush which was still in the box. I pulled it out and he immediately sat on the carpet and began to brush her hair.
Today, Dowa hasn’t left his side long enough to The Explorer anything. She came with us to the dentist, to the chiropractor, for a nap, and her face has been on every floor in my house, if only momentarily forgotten. On the way out of the house for one of the errands, Troll Baby insisted I button her coat like I buttoned his sweater. My heart must have melted 100 times today.
So maybe one day, Troll Baby will be a good father, a wonderful nurse, a ballet dancer…. or maybe he will end up on Oprah’s stage proclaiming his love for men. As long as he’s happy.
Tomorrow I’m going to paint his nails and teach him to sing “If I could turn back time.” Oh and Jazz Hands!
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10:30 pm |
Turning over a New Leaf
I signed up for this today. It’s free. It has meal planning, exercise goals, water intake goals, and even sleep goals! I start today. Right now. Off for my walk!
I could be at my ideal weight by November! How exciting is that?
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9:15 am |
