Merry Christmas - for Ma Tante....

This is my gift to you - here is a new blog entry.

Yes. I have been seduced away from the blogging world by Crackbook.
Status updates. Inbox traffic. What kind of drink are you? Have you added your carved Jack-o-lantern application yet?

Friends and people I thought I would never talk to again now an everyday - oh, who am I kidding a several times a day part of my life....
Old boyfriends are fun - if you're lucky you get to reaffirm that you sure did dodge a bullet there.

*phew*

I also started a new job and other outside-of-my-box activities that have been eating up a lot of my spare time! I'm loving it but man am I Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyy!

oh yeah, and just recently an emergency back surgery which kinda threw a wrench into all the big plans I had for myself..... I'm on the mend though. Slowly, but surely. I have a great support system and they have shown me love in all ways and some not even imaginable... Thank you to all - you know who you are!

Happy Holidaze to all and to all a good snooze before three set of feet hit the floor as the sun is cracking over the horizon....

Christmas Love & Warm hearts
Les

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.... and a big 'ole boat - no joke!

Yes, look at me!
I had a great time!
I actually had no trouble at all down shifting from 5th gear to 2nd,1st and a lot of the time idle.

I actually thought I might be kind of bored sitting, reading, lounging the day away in the sun after running a daily marathon which is my life. I often feel like I'm skidding sideways over the finish line several times a day.


Nope, no trouble to sip slushy rum drinks in the heat of the Mexican sun...
Didn't find snorkeling with schools of brightly colored fish a problem...
Loved getting dressed up and pretty to go to a dinner I didn't have to think about defrosting at 10am or had no problem with someone waiting on me and cleaning up my dirty dishes....
I didn't even have to make my own bed.....

You know that I'm reliving this glorious week now in this post to get me through this cold, wet spring day.....

What I am having trouble with is the reality of coming home.
Don't get me wrong - I missed my kids and husband terribly and actually had to make a $40 phone call from the ship "SHIP TO SHORE ANSWER MY CALL SEND ME A BEACON ...." (ahhh, I'm aging myself) - but coming home and trying to return to that 5th gear I mentioned
earlier....

I was stalling out, spitting and sputtering....
Pitiful, really.

You'd think after a week of relaxation I would be able to tackle real life with a refreshed mind and body....

ahhh, not so much.

I got used to the high life and mommy hood wasn't looking so great.

It is getting better and I seem to be finding my rhythm again .... it was slow 'ole going though for quite for awhile.

.... And the Winner issssssss.....

Oscar Night at the Gadoury's rolled around again this year...
The next day was a PD day for the wee ones and I thought I would be "cool mom" and let them stay up past their bedtime, but they were dropping like flies.

....truth be told I didn't even make it to "Best Picture" myself. I had been on a bathing suit buying excursion the day before and I was understandably exhausted.....

A bathing suit you ask? Why? Well, because I'll need something to wear on ....
THE DECK OF THE CRUISE SHIP I"LL BE STAYING ON ALL OF NEXT WEEK!!!!!!

Yes *ahem* that's right!
me, 7 days of only having to worry about me and whether I've brushed my teeth or not, throw in some slushy drinks and a good book ........ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I'm sooooooo excited but starting to freak out a little about packing, not forgetting anything, missing the boat - you know....

I have a "definite" pile.
I have a "maybe" pile.
I have to change the songs on my MP3 player to more beachesque stuff.
I have to figure out how to smuggle cheap booze on board... I'm not made of $ you know.
I have to do lots of things.....

*sigh*
6 more days....

You'll be sorry........

In response to public outcry for me to update..... I shall.

Warning to readers - you may be sorry, I'm in a ranting mood.

How a bout a web poll? (That only Annie and Steph might answer, but anyway....)

If a married woman of close to 12 years, mother of three small children was offered a fairly cheap, fun-filled trip somewhere in a deep-freeze of a winter for max 5 days that coordinated with husband's time-off already - should she be put through the wringer, made to feel guilty and even if she does go will feel responsible for her family's financial ruin& psychological trauma forevermore?

What's the question? I don't flippin know..... I just know that the response a girl might like to get would be as follows:


Young wife and mother of three well-adjusted children:

"Hey Hun, guess what my friend *Jill who works for *GaGa Air can get a really cheap companion airfare to anywhere they fly and she gets deals on hotels and cruises too.... She's asked me to go with her in March. It actually corresponds with the time you've already booked off....

Husband of almost 12 years:

(looks lovingly at wife) "Well, money's tight you know and as long as you stay on budget....
Awwww, after all these years of being such a great wife and mother of my children - you totally deserve a girls holiday to relax and enjoy yourself.... I wish we could go together but really, go.
No guilt either - just have some fun! *Mwah* You're the best!"


Huh? what? oh, yeah the blog, right.

Anyways, I'm P*SSED, very much.... for this imaginary situation of course.

Happy stupid Valentine's Day to all!

* All names and company names have been changed to protect their identity.

Poor Frankie

What would I do without Frank?

1. I wouldd have to wait until spring before my car radio read the right time again.
2. I would end up throwing out a lot of left-overs, bad luncheon meat and cheese.
3. I would save on peanut butter costs.
4. I would have cold feet for a long time after I got into bed.
5. I would definitely have spy-ware and viruses on my computer.
6. My back would be very itchy.
7. I would have to trust my investment manager - who am I kidding? I wouldn't have investments.
8. I would have to do my own taxes and then be audited over and over again.
9. I wouldn't have a very good long-distance plan.
10. I would have no one to hand the telemarketeers to.
11. My visa would be a melted blob of steaming plastic fused to one of the pockets of my wallet.
12. No, really. I don't know what I would do without him.

Normal returns in one month and counting....

MY cute new bathroom with MY clawfoot tub!!!! 

My new yard! 

MY new beautiful dining room! 

THIS IS MY HOUSE... and if you don't like it... gooney googoo! 

My new living room *sigh* 

Leslie's new house .... WAH!!!

well, hasn't it got my name written all over it.

I really don't know why I do this to myself, you know. I mean, really, say we get transferred there and then say my husband agrees witha bit of commute and purchasing a 140 year old home...

Is it really still gonna be there when we get there?

why do I punish myself in this way?

*sigh*

It even has a tree, Phil... actually it has all kinds.

Random thoughts...

You know those books you can get that recommend where to eat in Canada, Ottawa, Eastern Canada... what to see in Brussels...

I think they should have a cross-country public washroom book rating different places to see to the call of nature... you know "the food is great in this restaurant but the bathroom is gloomy, in dire need of renovation and when you sit down to pee the toilet in the third stall cants sideways left a bit...


yeah. I DO think about this stuff.


I went to the grocery store the other day and I must have been the definition of frazzled because this poor little old and sickly lady was insisting that I needed someone to help me with my load of food stuff... Gosh, am I that obvious. Probably.