I ventured out to an uptown patio on Friday to enjoy a girls night out.
The occassion?
A birthday party for a 'new friend'. The invitation? "Please bring along whoever you'd like. Your friends are my friends." And so I did.
(I really liked the invitation to friends. The idea that you value your friends so much that everyone that is an extension of that person is valued as well. There are no fears, no lines, so insecurities.)
So there we all are -- a group of mostly mothers hanging out on the patio, drinking. I had enjoyed two vodka-infused beverages prior to leaving. And, as we sat there talking, I enjoyed two more.
Later - as we walked to the car and I was flipping and flopping all over in my sandals my friend said "Are you drunk?" And I just walked along taking in the night and watching all the misguided youth smoking outside of the bars with a big smile on my face thinking Yes. Yes I kind of am.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Needless to say...
Nothing out of the ordinary ended up happening on Monday. And believe me - I was keeping my eyes peeled for ANYTHING that seemed like the teeniest tiniest opportunity of which I could take advantage and add some excitement to the week.
I gave my notice at work, and the response to this was less than positive - much much less. I don't understand - it's a business, not a cult (or is it?). This negative reaction has made the past few days at work unreasonably stressful. But, surprisingly enough, I am very happy and excited about my new career opportunity and really can't wait to begin.
In fact, all of the sudden I've been empowered by a new energy and creativity which has resulted in some 'fresh' graphic design and ideas for projects at home.
This is a boring post.
There are no dead rabbits in my yard. But we have found two dead chipmunks on our property, and one down the street. For a little while, I felt like I was in one of those low-budget sci-fi movies where something has 'landed' or 'surfaced' in the small town and it's residents are finding bizarre clues indicating that something is going terribly, terribly wrong. And this IS kind of like that...let me back-track.
On the north side of our house, exists a garden lush with hostas and hydrangenias. In between the foilage, a family of chipmunks had dug their den and made their home. We'd often seen them cutting across our backyard and dodging onto our elderly neighbour Helen's property. One night, while outside supervising Evelyn's meanderings, we ran into Helen on her driveway. She was holding a large container of peanuts, and calling to the chipmunks and feeding them - practically out of her hand.
Evelyn delighted in this- and Helen went on to say that she regularly fed the chipmunks and they were quite tame etc etc. So here is this old lady. Living alone, taking pleasure in feeding her furry little friends.
Then.
She sprayed her lawn with toxic herbicides and pesticides.
I think you can figure out the rest.
I gave my notice at work, and the response to this was less than positive - much much less. I don't understand - it's a business, not a cult (or is it?). This negative reaction has made the past few days at work unreasonably stressful. But, surprisingly enough, I am very happy and excited about my new career opportunity and really can't wait to begin.
In fact, all of the sudden I've been empowered by a new energy and creativity which has resulted in some 'fresh' graphic design and ideas for projects at home.
This is a boring post.
There are no dead rabbits in my yard. But we have found two dead chipmunks on our property, and one down the street. For a little while, I felt like I was in one of those low-budget sci-fi movies where something has 'landed' or 'surfaced' in the small town and it's residents are finding bizarre clues indicating that something is going terribly, terribly wrong. And this IS kind of like that...let me back-track.
On the north side of our house, exists a garden lush with hostas and hydrangenias. In between the foilage, a family of chipmunks had dug their den and made their home. We'd often seen them cutting across our backyard and dodging onto our elderly neighbour Helen's property. One night, while outside supervising Evelyn's meanderings, we ran into Helen on her driveway. She was holding a large container of peanuts, and calling to the chipmunks and feeding them - practically out of her hand.
Evelyn delighted in this- and Helen went on to say that she regularly fed the chipmunks and they were quite tame etc etc. So here is this old lady. Living alone, taking pleasure in feeding her furry little friends.
Then.
She sprayed her lawn with toxic herbicides and pesticides.
I think you can figure out the rest.
Monday, July 24, 2006
On my toes...
My horoscope says:
Stay on your toes -- a prime opportunity is about to appear in the middle of all this craziness, but you have to be fast. This once-in-a-lifetime chance will call upon all your resources, but it'll be worth it.
Surely today will be an exiting day, then.
Stay on your toes -- a prime opportunity is about to appear in the middle of all this craziness, but you have to be fast. This once-in-a-lifetime chance will call upon all your resources, but it'll be worth it.
Surely today will be an exiting day, then.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Quality Control
Evelyn likes to inspect Cory's work. Here she is counting the screws...
"One, two, six! One..."
Endless buckets...
Some of you have heard me rant about the endless row of buckets (containing various species of plants and minerals) that seem to have found a permanent home in the back yard.
Here it is, in all it's glory....
Most of this material is for our gardens. However, we have to finish fence to dig the gardens to plant the plants to use the rocks to put the buckets away (sung to the tune to "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly").
Fence is looking SNAZZY...
Friday, July 21, 2006
Another reason why I love my husband...
Last night, approx 10:15 pm. We are laying in bed, drifting off to sleep, when I feel Cory jab me in the shoulder...
Me: Did you just poke me?
Cory: I did. I was just seeing if you were still here, I thought you may have passed on.
Me: What would you do if I did?
Cory: I'd collect the insurance money, put an apartment in the basement and rent it out, work part time, and raise our daughter.
Me: Hmmmm.
Cory: You don't like the sounds of that?
Me: I've just resolved to never die.
Cory: Well I'm sure I'll die before you. And you know, I hope I do, because then I'll never have to deal with the pain of losing you.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Me: Did you just poke me?
Cory: I did. I was just seeing if you were still here, I thought you may have passed on.
Me: What would you do if I did?
Cory: I'd collect the insurance money, put an apartment in the basement and rent it out, work part time, and raise our daughter.
Me: Hmmmm.
Cory: You don't like the sounds of that?
Me: I've just resolved to never die.
Cory: Well I'm sure I'll die before you. And you know, I hope I do, because then I'll never have to deal with the pain of losing you.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Scarred for life...
I've committed my first heinous act as a mother and quite possibly scarred my daughter for life.
Evelyn's attention span is improving each day. Lately, she's been able to watch larger portions of movies, and finds great pleasure in the funny voices, music, and movement. In particular, she's developed a fondness for Madagascar. While I think it's a great film, and have enjoyed it's silly innuendos directed at adult audiences, I was ready to add another option to our film library.
I picked Shrek.
She wasn't ready.
She stared in ABSOLUTE terror at the TV, and, while on the brink of tears, couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from the great beast for what felt like an eternity (but was about 20 seconds). Then, she actually left the room.
I never want to see that look on her face again.
The movie has been 'put away' until such a time when it's more age appropriate. Although, I don't know that I'll have the courage to show it to her again.
Evelyn's attention span is improving each day. Lately, she's been able to watch larger portions of movies, and finds great pleasure in the funny voices, music, and movement. In particular, she's developed a fondness for Madagascar. While I think it's a great film, and have enjoyed it's silly innuendos directed at adult audiences, I was ready to add another option to our film library.
I picked Shrek.
She wasn't ready.
She stared in ABSOLUTE terror at the TV, and, while on the brink of tears, couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from the great beast for what felt like an eternity (but was about 20 seconds). Then, she actually left the room.
I never want to see that look on her face again.
The movie has been 'put away' until such a time when it's more age appropriate. Although, I don't know that I'll have the courage to show it to her again.
Monday, July 17, 2006
My rule of thumb when dressing baby girls...
If it would look ridiculous on you, chances are it looks ridiculous on them...
That being said, everyone has their own idea of what ridiculous looks like. Most people at work think my eject shoes are ridiculous.
That being said, everyone has their own idea of what ridiculous looks like. Most people at work think my eject shoes are ridiculous.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Bigger and bigger
Whew. This is hard. I want to rant, I want to say " Look at yourself. You are acting like a child. Maybe you are a crappy friend."
But with each breath I take each day I work towards becoming a bigger and better person. Sometimes this involves brutal honesty with myself, or with others, but at times like this, it means just realizing it's not worth MY effort and simply walking away.
But with each breath I take each day I work towards becoming a bigger and better person. Sometimes this involves brutal honesty with myself, or with others, but at times like this, it means just realizing it's not worth MY effort and simply walking away.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Mrs. Sweet and the Case of the Stolen Car
That's right.
I'm Mrs. Sweet. Cory and I were married in a small outdoor ceremony on July 3 with Evelyn, and our two friends (and their two daughters) attending.
It was very simple - reflective of us and the life we aspire to live. Hey - we even found about 2 hours to ourselves a few days later during which we drank a bottle of red and watched the fire flys.
I'll be posting photos with captions/details later.
One of my coworkers was kind enough to remind me about Sweetums - an old Muppets character - of whom I had completely forgotten.
Also - Sunday night, in a frantic attempt to unpack and get organized for the week, I left my bag (I refuse to say purse to this very end) and car keys sitting in my car! Surprise surprise when at 2:50am the police notified us that the car had been stolen, retrieved, and an arrest made.
How EMBARRASING for me to explain how they came across a set of keys.
The damages are being assessed - I have no idea where it stands.
I'm Mrs. Sweet. Cory and I were married in a small outdoor ceremony on July 3 with Evelyn, and our two friends (and their two daughters) attending.
It was very simple - reflective of us and the life we aspire to live. Hey - we even found about 2 hours to ourselves a few days later during which we drank a bottle of red and watched the fire flys.
I'll be posting photos with captions/details later.
One of my coworkers was kind enough to remind me about Sweetums - an old Muppets character - of whom I had completely forgotten.Also - Sunday night, in a frantic attempt to unpack and get organized for the week, I left my bag (I refuse to say purse to this very end) and car keys sitting in my car! Surprise surprise when at 2:50am the police notified us that the car had been stolen, retrieved, and an arrest made.
How EMBARRASING for me to explain how they came across a set of keys.
The damages are being assessed - I have no idea where it stands.
Bones and Carrots
Last night Evelyn and I were playing with her Giant Animal Wood Knob Puzzle. The following conversation ensued:
E: (pointing to the dog) Wuff Wuff
Me: That's right! The dog says wuff wuff! And look, the dog is chewing on a bone.
E: (pointing to the bunny) Bunnn neeeee!
Me: Good Job! That's the bunny rabbit!
E: (pointing to the bunny's carrot) Bone?
Me: (basking in my daughter's obvious genius evidenced by her ability to correlate the dog's bone to the bunny's carrot) That's a carrot! The bunny eats a carrot, and the dog eats a bone.
I'm so proud!
E: (pointing to the dog) Wuff Wuff
Me: That's right! The dog says wuff wuff! And look, the dog is chewing on a bone.
E: (pointing to the bunny) Bunnn neeeee!
Me: Good Job! That's the bunny rabbit!
E: (pointing to the bunny's carrot) Bone?
Me: (basking in my daughter's obvious genius evidenced by her ability to correlate the dog's bone to the bunny's carrot) That's a carrot! The bunny eats a carrot, and the dog eats a bone.
I'm so proud!
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