Bread Crumbs In The Butter

Something so clearly invented by a man, should be therefore done by a man, no?

Temperature outside: 14C

Near falls off a ladder:  3

Cuts under my thumbnail: 1

Broken light bulbs: 15

Electric shocks: 1 pretty decent one

Strings of lights that are totally fucking useless:  4

Curses to my husband who should have his ass on a ladder hanging them: 234

Realizing I am risking my life to hang outdoor Christmas lights on a house that no one can see from the freaking road:

Really fucking priceless.

Cant' Talk, Eating.

I'm helping out a friend who just had a baby by catering a wedding shower she is throwing tomorrow. This rocks because I really love to cook. Meaning, I've spent the last 2 days doing nothing but cook and telling the kids to get out of the kitchen and "Dear God, DO NOT BREATHE ON THE FOOD!"

Meghan has been doing alot of colouring at the kitchen table so she can still see me and spend time with me.  She keeps bringing me little "cards" that have smiling people on the front and a sun with sunglasses.  Inside it says "To Mommy From Meghan" spelled perfectly (because she is the smartest 4.5 year old I've ever met) and then underneath there are always hugs and kisses and I have to give her exactly as many as she has written. Just now it was 20 and I can still hear her giggling, telling Alex "Mommy just slobbered all over me!"

She has also written me a story, which is basically just every word she knows how to write.  All of our names, cat, ball, to, from, love and birthday. Oh, and poo. That one comes from her Dad. 

Speaking of smart!  The girls all got their report cards this week. Three envelopes of Mommy bliss. 

Kristyn and Erin got B+ grades pretty much across the board;

Kristyn's teacher said she is adjusting to her new school very well and is an extremely cooperative and considerate kid.  There are never any surprises with Kristyn.

Erin, who at her other school was told she could have a learning disability, is now at the top of her class for reading and math and her teacher said she was a joy to have in the classroom. This confirming my opinion that her teacher last year taught a very aggressive curriculum. Even though Erin got mostly Bs and As with her, it was alot of hard work for a First Grader.

Meghan, my smarty pants, got all 4s. Kindergarten is graded on a number basis from 1-4. She aced it. The comments are just precious and made me grin and every time I look at her I tell her how proud I am.

Of course I have been bragging about this to anyone I can pin down long enough to listen. Once I got asked what we would do to celebrate these grades.  I didn't know what to say. Honestly, it had never occurred to me. I never got "rewarded" for good grades as a kid.  It was just expected that I would try my best and get the best grades I could.  I expect the same from my own kids. We are extremely proud of them and there were big whoops and pats on the backs and telling them "Way to go!", but there was no tangible compensation.  Is that weird? Probably. To be honest, I think we would have had the same reaction if their grades had not been what they were, as long as they tried hard, did their homework on time and behaved appropriately while not under our supervision.

But still, I move on. They rock! And that's what I was trying to say. :)

Free Katie!

Tom Cruise has purchased his bride-to-be a mom-to-be gift! An ultrasound machine.

I can't think of anything that goes against "silent birth" and the views of Scientologists regarding conventional medicine more than Katie using ultrasonic waves pointed at her uterus on Tom's whim.  There is evidence that frequent unnecessary ultrasounds might not be such a good idea.

Notice I said frequent and unnecessary? I am not against ultrasound for medical reasons. I've had a few myself, but no, I don't think keepsake ultrasounds are wise. Me. I.  I'm just pointing out what a hypocrite I think loony tunes Cruise is.  I wonder what he will do if Katie succumbs to PPD?  Oh right right right - Vitamins and more roughage!

The milestone, it has passed.

I thought I might hit 1000 comments during my post about the 1000th comment coming up, but nope, it came first in the next post.

Mimilou got it. Not only does she have the prettiest blog I've seen, she is getting some alone time at night and sleep to boot.  That makes me want to hate her just a little bit, but I can't.  Mostly cause things seem back to normal for Alex and I'm not as jealous as I would have been a couple of weeks ago.  But wait, this is not about me, it's about how I am going to come up with a 1000 themed prize for her. That was my point.

Alex made it through the day yesterday with a fever that stayed about where it was. No spiking. No seizures. Today is he full of energy and in my face. Back to normal.

...and back to reality. I have to go groceries or nobody eats dinner tonight. The weather outside is not really condusive to lugging bags and carting two kids. Fantastic.

I just want to scrub the floor and fold laundry...

It's weeks like this that I really resent the fact that alot of the grunt work of our business falls on me. I get the unglamorous job of fixing mistakes and dealing with customers who wanted everything yesterday. Alex has watched way too much TV since returning from preschool and the house has a smell I can't define.  A bone of contention for years has been that John often expects me to do fifty percent of our business, but doesn't understand why that also means he should do fifty percent of our home life too. Since the two are intertwined in many ways, it's not an unreasonable request. Is it? 

I'm tired and cranky about it and usually see all of this for what it is; An opportunity for me to be home and the added bonus of have a husband right downstairs.  It gets hard when that husband seems to enjoy alot of the freedoms of being a work at home business owner and I'm sitting here copying and pasting until I want to stab my eyes out with the Doritos I've been munching on.  About an hour ago, I seriously wanted to cry about it because I just couldn't do one more. I took a break and I only have a bit to go, so I am going to finish it and then not look at it again until Monday.

I'm also feeling anxious because Alex has a fever of about 99.5.  Not unusually high for an almost 3 year old, but this is Alex remember?  If he does it again I will shit myself and then get drunk.

Careful. Careful now. Don't go nuts or anything.

My 1000th comment is coming up. I won't tell you what number I am at or give a clue (except that it's coming up, duh!) but I notice a cute little trend in the blogosphere is to reward milestone commenters.

If it's you, I will totally make it worth your while.

And know what? Going through my visitor stats used to be so fun. I loved seeing what google searches brought people here and where folks were coming from.  But geez, on dial-up it is so not fun. I get through three or four and get bored waiting for it to load.

Guess what I want Santa to bring me? John promised that if Bell didn't promise DSL to Buttfucknowhere, Ontario by Christmas, he would get me satellite internet.  I wrote that down and store the little nugget for safe keeping.

A throwback to Grade 7 Me

So this one time, I had this blog and it was so cool!  I like fiddled with it all the time and made it pretty. I would talk about my hopes and dreams and totally giggle at my own jokes. It was so funny. Anyway, and then I just like, stopped coming up with things to say.  I don't know why okay, I just did!

No, seriously, I like blogs that update frequently, but I'm just too fucking lazy to do it myself.  I'm a blogging asshole.

Our business hit a little "stumble" this week and guess who's fixing it!? Me. Blessed be, it's ME.  So that's taking my computer time. By the time I'm done fixing it for a day the last thing I want to do is sit here and stare at this thing. 

Today, my father in law showed up with chinese food for supper and I wanted to hug him. Yes. Hug him. Not the other "H" word I use so often. Don't even go there, okay?  I was so happy because I am still really tired for my big weekend away.  Having ready made supper makes having to truck everyone to dance and basketball much easier, but I'll still whine about it all night long.

I promise to give all the dirty details of my weekend after I chow down on some egg rolls and lemon chicken. Although, I forgot to take photos, so any words can't do it much justice.  I was all decked out and looking fine, if I do say so myself.

There's nothing wrong...

...in fact, everything is great.

Remember how we sold our house and decided to rent this big monstrosity from my father in law? Well, we like it so much here that we bought this place. Closed yesterday. So the bank has us by the short ones again and my father in law is enjoying finally getting his money out. We're pretty proud of ourselves.

That's the biggest news in these parts. It's snowing like crazy and the kids are licking the windows in anticipation. I got them all outfitted for winter just in time as Sears delivered their boots and 2 snowsuits this morning.

I'm counting down the 48 hours until I get to go into the "big city" and enjoy my ass off.  I'm going to go out for dinner with friends, hit some bars, sleep late on hotel sheets, get a massage and maybe see Harry Potter.  Bliss!

Snow Day For The Country Folk

It snowed today and while Kristyn and Erin were watching it fall from their classroom window, Meghan and Alex took full advantage:

Alex kept checking to be sure it was still there:

And, if you look at the second photo, you'll see our scrap pile. Wood items from around the farm, like logs, sticks, branches, some scrap furniture from the old house.  We had planned to have a party on burn day but my pyro husband just couldn't wait ... Now that the first snow fell and the ground was cold he had to light that baby up.

Country? Oh yes, we are!

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I upgraded from Plus to Pro last week and I'm still trying to figure out what the difference is?  I am registering the domain for "Bread Crumbs In The Butter" and that is the biggest reason I did it.  Enlighten me?

I do have an update coming, but it was an insanely busy weekend and my morning was interupted by deer hunting (I totally impressed my husband this morning!).