Every Thursday Izzy has an extra class in the afternoons. There isn’t enough time in the 45 minutes she’s learning to go home, so Hunter and I go across the street to the A&W to look at books and waste time. Every time Hunter orders an apple juice and a muffin. I get a black coffee. But for some reason Hunter has started calling A&W “The Ketchup Store”. Your guess is as good as mine.
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My kids make up some weird sayings. Way out there sayings. I have to write more of them down. Some last for a day or a week. Some last for weeks on end. But first, back tracking a bit. Ever since Isabella has been old enough to talk and think up names they have been interesting. Just like her fashion choices. I let her pick out her outfits for the day and I gotta say, they are more Betsey Johnson….. Than say, The Gap: Her mind is interesting. So, too, is Hunter’s. He is less the artist and more of…
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I have such a routine now that I am back and it is the New Year (lucky number 13). Well, in between the unpacking and getting rid of Xmas recycling….I have started to pin down a routine. Which is exciting because normally I am the most unorganized and frazzled person! Mornings. Husband wakes up with the kids. They start breakfast and make coffee and then come wake me up. I take about ten minutes to wake up fully. I need to adjust my eyes, pet my cat (Paul) Simon, move around, stretch, sit up, stretch, get my fuzzy housecoat on…
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I used to be so cool. I’d wear my Dad’s work boots and climb trees with the boys. I used to be so cool. I used to play Little House on the Prairie, even when playing with boys and make them be the girl characters too. I was very assertive and convincing. I used to be so cool that I would fall asleep colouring; I was so intent on that task of creating a new colour scheme for the trees, sky and grass. I used to be so cool that I would wear whatever I wanted. I loved finding every…
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Last night I had a very entertaining dream. I was me in an alternate universe. I had the freckles I always wanted, and my hair had grown to my waist. I sat in my open concept, farmhouse-inspired city home and wrote the most eloquent blog. I woke up wondering how to make the blog topic even more sweet in the light of a real day for all of you out there. But in the midst of wiping my kids snotty noses and setting up breakfast, taking down breakfast, crafts for the kidlets (as we call our kids sometimes for no…
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“When you gonna love you as much as I do?” Winter, Tori Amos. Sitting in my room and listening to Tori Amos makes me reflect on 13-year-old me that discovered her. Her video being featured on late night MuchMusic may have changed my life. Through my tough teenage years I fled to my room. I filled it with things that I loved, including a ton of books and a bottom dresser drawer full of music magazines. Details, Rolling Stone, Spin and Jane were my favorites. I stopped reading Cosmopolitan, Seventeen and the like when I read in Cosmo that “your…
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People seem to pigeon-hole each other. I grew up in a small town and by the time I was ten years old my identity had been locked in. I was the shy and nice one. I was the shoulder to cry on occasionally. I tried to change my identity in my teen years but others would say “Oh, that isn’t you at all,” then giggle and add, “What are you thinking?” I find that people do that to each other. I see it all the time. I used to move around quite a bit. I was often plunked down in…
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Yesterday I went to McDonald’s. I have been to several in my life, and until I was 25 years old, it never bothered me. Then I started to get sick. Food poisoning sick. I would do nothing new all day except eat McDonald’s. I even went to several different locations in case it WAS food poisoning. But the next 10 times, without fail, I would eat McDonald’s and about 30 mins to an hour later it would start. I would feel awful, my stomach churning around. A little while later it would feel like I ate a bag of broken…
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This weekend my Husband and I had a misunderstanding. I run, sometimes. I am trying to make it a habit but it’s hard starting a new …well, a lifestyle really. I had intended on going 3 times a week, around my 2 times a week Karate class. I just started so it’s really just ten minutes of prep (dressing, stretching, shoes, music ) and then a half hour of running. ( I always shout in my head “Half Hour Of POWER!” before heading out and inevitably start humming a Sum 41 song from that album). My intentions were good but…