Don't worry mummy, you won't fall in cause you have a big bum...

Ahhhh yeah...if anyone else had said this to me I would, of course, be spoiling for a rumble, but when it's your potty training two year old, somehow, it just seems OK.  I should probably explain; she has this thing where she likes to have an audience while she "tries her pee" the "try" implies she'll give it a go but you aren't guaranteed any result (quite clever on her part...non?)...anyway, she likes her audience a) captive and b) to sit on the large potty, which was fine when she liked you to sit on it with the lid down, but somewhere along the way she decided, perhaps, it was more sporting, to have the lid up to see what her captive/audience would do.  So today, just before nap, she announced that her "nudey booty" needed to "try her pee", so in we go to our porta-potty sized loo to give it a go; she sits and I am about to put the lid down and have a seat, when she announces that "it would be better if I didn't lower the lid, just in case" (I'm not sure what the just in case implies and I don't ask), she then tells me that I "don't need to worry about falling into the potty (clearly a major concern for her) because I have a big bum and it covers the whole seat...ugh!  I'll just leave you with that...sorry if you think it is T.M.I :)

Sooooo it's been a while, glad to be back, quite a bit has happened in the last 6/7 months...house is that much closer to being finished, managed to get knocked up again, hoorah...oh and my daughter became a teenage two year old...feels good and overwhelming at the same time.  I also came to the realization that I am a better baker than I am a cook, I still love to read and have found a couple books that have once again inspired me to get back on track (and one of them was not Pinkalicious), I've also discovered, much to Blaine's delight that there is a building called a L-I-B-R-A-R-Y, I believe, (don't quote me...I'm new) whixh is a valuable resource for books and videos that DO NOT need to be purchased, but can be "borrowed" and returned without fee (it is like the barter system in biblical times...but with the Internet and fancy cards)...I like it!

I won't bore you with the other details, however, i know several of you will find it amusing (as I do) that we are to take possession of the new house 8 days before the baby is due...so no pressure to keep that bun in this oven for as long as humanly possible...even if I'm just about uncomfortable enough to have it right about now...I'd post pictures...but i don't want to scare any of you away...let's just say I am wider with baby outwards than I am width wise...if that makes sense...and just a bit more top heavy...perhaps next I'll write about my stumble through the width of my house...good times...not so nimble this girl.  I know shocker!

get your hands out of my mouth...

Do you ever wonder if dentists, hygenists and assistants attempt to see how many hands they can actually get into one person's mouth...like a game they play.  I mean man, it's bad enough that they stick that dam in there (which regardless of the fact that people think I have a big mouth, is still a relatively small space) with your lips all squished up your face and your mouth held open like some kind of medieval torture, but then they've got to get there hands in there and dig around...intolerable!

I actually have a pretty high pain tolerance, but I am admittedly the biggest suck when it comes to pain in my mouth and today is no exception.  Look...I don't mind the dentist, it's actaully kind of a nice quiet place to chill out; I don't however, appreciate it when people insist on asking me open-ended questions that beg for immediate answers...come on now...can't you see that I'm trying to relax while you have your hands in my mouth; I get that they probably have a knack for understanding gibberish but I don't particularily like speaking it...unless, of course, I'm giving directions...then you can't get me to stop spewing nonsense (see post on giving bad directions)...did it again to my poor brother this evening...i just can't help myself...sorry man.

Anyway, back to the dentist, why does it cost so much? Granted, I realized today how vain I actually am about my teeth, as they replaced a massive amalgam filling with a pretty nondescript white one and I head back for a few more next week and let me tell you...they are FANCY, you can't even tell that they are there, so I suppose I just answered my own question, they are expensive because I am vain and care about how my teeth look and will pay the money...next time you see me, ask me to show you...i totally will...because that's just the way I roll.
oh and I got my swanky new laptop today...happy motha's day to me!  Merci Blaine and Sylvie...xoxoxo.

I give bad directions...

There it's finally out there...(this is obviously me talking about anything other than what I really want to drone on about...but I've said my peace and will reserve conversations about the 'beloved' for those who care and or know what I'm talking about) for now, I'll speak of directions and my inability to give them.

Today it really hit home, I was attempting to give directions to a friend, to a place that I have been, in a city I have lived in for 35 years and it was as if I rose out my body and was listening to myself give this convoluted mess of directions with these awkward pauses (I know it was because I was calculating which way was left and  right, without doing that 'L' thing with your hand...YOU know what I'm talking about, don't try to deny it), I was embarrassed for myself and yet I could not stop talking, and I realized that Blaine and the majority of my friends were right, I give REALLY bad directions.  WAY too much detail, confusion about left and right (don't you dare judge me), the anxiety that I might get it wrong and send them to an alternate dimension...so stupid I know, but I think it's actually a documented syndrome...i will soon be taking medication for it, you can be sure of that.  But seriously, what the hell, I know of which I speak and yet I could not get to you to where you wanted to go, if my life or yours depended on it. The lesson in all of this...just don't ask and you won't have to be embarrassed for me as I stutter and pause my way through giving you directions to somewhere as simple as downtown.

today it hurts to smile

no not because I had work done (although ask me again on wednesday when I will have had work done), but because my beloved ended, are beloveds allowed to end?  I thought they were timeless, all encomapssing and never-ending...i guess two out of three isn't bad. Ah LOST, you will be missed with your mindf*%kery, time-bending stories, your handsome men and beautiful kickass women (Claire, even in your state of crazy you were lovely, dirty, but lovely) Kate, I hate you as much as I love you and Sun, so tragic.  The finale made me sob recklessly in the company of friends wearing costumes and eating dharma snacks, including some polar bear cupcakes, which were delicious Erin, thank you.  I have questions, but can't seem to talk about them right now (it just hurts too much..sob)...i'll wait...i'll let them perculate...and then I will start watching all over again, and again and again...huh...maybe it can be never-ending...oh sure I know what your thinking, Claire isn't the only one that's three cups of crazy, but hey...that's just the way I roll.

surprised myself...

Wow...what a day, I managed not to die during the TC 10K (didn't hit the inhailer once...so proud!)  It was a sleepy start to the day, couldn't find my team (classic), but I did run into my good friend Erin, who like myself, was running her first 10K...well done my friend!

I had a goal before the race started, run 6 minutes, walk 1 minute, keep the pace; as I crossed the start line I started the timer on my watch and the soundtrack to GLEE Vol.1 on my ipod (for the record, I should have had a better selection of 'run' tunes, but you use what you know...squeee to GLEE!)

I got into a rhythm right away, it was kind of fun, trying not to trip others, or myself, shimmying into the thick of it, passing some people, being passed by others...pretty cool.  Before I knew it, 10 minutes had passed and I hadn't started to walk yet and I thought, "hmmm....i feel pretty good, maybe I'll keep going", suddenly 40 minutes had elapsed and I was at Kilometer 6 and I just HAD to change the tunes, so I allowed myself a three minute walking hiatus to put on something a little jazzier than "Dancing with Myself" by Artie from the cast of GLEE.

After that I finished pretty strong, even got a little misty at Kilometer 9...I had never run a full 10K before, I have to say, it felt pretty damn good.  I finished with a pretty respectable time of 63 minutes (considering my first training run was on Monday at the beginning of the week, I feel a HUGE sense of accomplishment).

It was a good day, looking forward to my first trail run in May...if the knot in my calf ever goes away.

It might have been too much...

It was a late start to the day...8:30 to be exact, I got to sleep in because someone called for daddy instead of mummy (bless her heart) and bless daddy for sucking it up.  Managed a run, a long one, with less walking and way more running, it felt good...it made me happy.  It rained and it didn't phase me, I kind of liked it.  Am I ready for my 10K on Sunday...umm...probably not, but hey, I'll give it a shot.

Felt so good that I did an ab workout when I got home, becuase apparently my philosophy is go big or go home...or injure yourself (we'll see).  Then as if that wasn't enough I decided to hit a Moksha class (it was a Karma Class...for charity)...I hurt, although not as bad as I'm going to hurt tomorrow...yikes!

I realize that it might have been too much, but I feel great, so we'll see.  Wish me luck, running soon.

FYI: http://www.mokshayogavictoria.com/

runnin' like a Goonie

So I've been thinking (now that I have two whole runs under my belt) that I would really like to take up trail running...well sure it's a bit more dangerous with lots of hills and things sticking out of the earth, but think about it for a second...
Remember when you were a kid, and you would run through trails chasing after the rest of the Goonies, or when you were attempting to outrun killer pygmys in your Indiana Jones getup...no...ummm...ok just me then.

Truth be told trails are where its at and running through them is still fun and I ain't no spring chicken. Oh sure the injuries might be slightly more disasterous, but so worth it, just to check out the views (and you can tell people you run up mountains for fun).

It's still open for debate, however, FYI it's called the Gutbuster Series and it is all over the island...now you tell me that doens't look like fun!

http://www.gutbustertrailrun.com/

I'm just saying maybe we need to incorporate a little more fantasy into our exercise and perhaps we'll want to do it more often...

600 flailing arms and a rainbow of pinnies...

I did it! I managed a run (walk/run, let's be honest)...just one so far, but the knee held up (that makes me sound like i'm 60..sad), and it was longer than I usually do, so yay me! Dallas Rd. is so nice to run along, when you're not getting tangled up in multiple dog leashes or stuck behind people that feel that if they are occupying the path, no one should be in front if them...I LOVE that!

The day was gorgeous, I only stumbled once and took two hits off of my inhailer...just keeping it real, Erin, do you still want to run with me? ;)
I'm nearing the end of the run, it's been about 45 minutes, so I'm obviously delirious and I keep passing all of these pylons, so I think to myself, "hmmm...seems like a weird time of day to have dog obedience classes (why I thought this I will never know)regardless, I carry on running and suddenly I notice 100s of cars parked along the road and again think to myself "is there a dog show on or something?" Dog show...wtf? Why dog show? Anyway, I was completely perplexed by the pylons and the cars and with no acceptable conclusion, I ran on...

That's when I heard it, (the gleeful anticipation)...and then they were upon me and I did my best to steer clear of their tiny bodies with flailing arms, it was most difficult, the arms moved as if independant from their bodies, too skinny and all over the place, one clipped my arm, another my shoulder...

I heard them before I saw them, don't ask me how, 300 little boys running towards me in every colour under the sun, It was like being attacked by a rainbow, a cross country race (oh how I used to love those as a kid) and I was right in the middle of it, running in the opposite direction, I won't lie, I was afraid...how did I not see them? Why didn't anyone tell me to get out of the way? Why was I oblivious to the signs? It was beyond embarrassing, but kind of hilarious at the same time.

We all survived, I high-tailed it with the hopes that no one took my photo in the mayhem...could you imagine.
So the question remailns, will I be running with my ipod so loud tomorrow...ummm, probably not.

and she's back...

Well, it was a week full of misses until Friday rolled around, the assignments were endless, Sylvie picked this week to start tantruming (awesome, by the way), we hummed and hawed over the house, we worried about this, fought about that (I was rather unpleasent this week...I know, hard to imagine...right?), and then Friday came around and we got a hit...a couple of them actually...we bought the house...hoorah! (now only 10.5 months to wait to move in), I finished those bloody assignments, save a tiny one and we found a great sushi resturant...relief!


So today, from what I hear, is the first day of the rest of my life and I can't make any more excuses. I WILL go for a run tonight, well a walk/run, to save the knees and I'll gear up for the TC 10K which is fast approaching (7 days...i'm so not ready), but i'm not opposed to walking it, so I should be fine. I pulled out my wii sports active today and fully intend to not only gaze upon the box, but to actually unwrap it and stare at the cd...it's a big step.

It's going to be a fun filled weekend (it's half over, i better get crackin')to celebrate a multitude of things, of course, now I should really find some friends to help me celebrate, Sylvie is cool and all, but it's really hard to drink with her.

Looking forwad to the sun coming out and rendering myself officially out of hibernation and looking forward to seeing you all in some capacity very soon.

"squeeeeee...it's gleeeeee!"

I'm to busy to go into detail about how excited I am that Glee is returning tonight, it almost makes losing LOST bareable...i said almost.

So in tribute to Sue Sylvester and the Glee crew I give you this:

"I'm reasonably confident you will be adding revenge to the long list of things you're no good at, right next to being married, running a high school glee club, and finding a hair style that doesn't make you look like a lesbian. Love ya like a sister."

and that is how sue "c"'s it!

I've heard of green with envy, but green with homeworK?

it's 11 am, I've had 4 cups of coffee, two bananas and am currently on my second bowl of cereal...I'm feeling a little green and a lot gross; although I have managed to pull off quite a few assignments. I calculated how many were left while I was supposed to be sleeping at 3 am this morning (why i just didn't get up and get to work is beyond me), the magic number is 20...20 in 6 days. I'm hopeful and a little bit sick about it. If I can recruit Blaine to make a toy for me (hilarious thought) and get the mum's at playgroup to force their kids to play with that toy, take some pictures and then forge an evaluation...everything should fall into place. There is that small matter of the 3000 word research essay, but hey I've been in University before, I know what an all nighter looks like...quality aside, I can blather on and on and on...much like I am doing right now. This will get done.

oh hey, on the bright side, turns out that wasn't a wrinkle yesterday, I just slept funny on my face...phew...think I'll have another cup of coffee to propel me through lunch.

the horror...

It's happened, it's unsightly, and there is nothing I can do about it...oh the Humanity. I happened to be looking in the mirror this morning and that's when I saw it...an indentation of the most unforgiving kind, above my eyebrow. A wrinkle if you will. It looks deep, cavernous almost and it's right on time, nearly 35 years after the day I was born...it's finally happened, well noticeable to me anyway...oh sure you get the odd line here and there, but this, what is THIS, it looks like a scar on an apple that has been cut into, but then just left on the counter to get all brown and...yes wrinkly. oh dear oh dear. This is the wake up call people, that I haven't been drinking enough water, using enough mosturizer or sun screen that a year and 11 months is long enough to let your baby siphon off your nutrients and rob you of sleep...well there isn't much I can do about that, but metophorically speaking...i could do without it. School is nearly done, I'm nearly done, one more week..i have plans, plans to turn this shipwreck around...you hear that body...this is NOT it for me...I have hopes and dreams and I can come back from this...right?

Is this the birthday panic I remember my mum and her friends talking about when they were about to turn thirty? Is this what that feels like? oh crap!

i'm still up...

it's late, getting really late for someone who gets a wake up call between 5:30 and 6:30 each day, i've already been to bed once (didn't take). I didn't work as hard as I should have today, a lot of running around getting information about this and that in an attempt to make a final decision about "the house"...still don't know, although leaning more so towards....yes! Oh the anxiety, and Erin please let Amanda know that mine just might be on par with hers at this point (ARRG!).

Patiently waiting for the knot in my neck to ease on down the road as its really knot needed at this point in time (get it...yes I recognize that i am lame, please forego letting me know a second time) I've eaten all Sylvie's easter chocolate, what tiny amount we gave her, next year we are going to need way more...damn you mini eggs! I'm feeling low with the impending end of my absolutely favourite show in the whole wide world...oh LOST what will I do when you end, when my imaginary boyfriends have gone, when I can no longer look at the tv and say...I hate you Evangeline Lily for just being so beautiful, all dirty in jeans and a t-shirt holding a gun and I hate you Kate, you don't deserve either...*sigh*

6 more sleeps until my day...think i will hold off on the celebration until after the 16th...I know how you were all (all three of you) looking so forward to it...so hold on, ok.

Think I'll hit the hay, hope it takes this time

fun can really take a lot out of you...

It was a long and eventful weekend, not that we did a lot. There was chocolate and chewy things, a birthday tea party, visits from friends and family, some beer, some pushing, a bit of babysitting, more beer, chocolate...did I already say chocolate? There was a lot of chocolate, several very long visits to the park and a trip to the petting zoo. Phew...of course now I must get back to the 1 billion assignemtns that I must submit before the 16th (ugh)...clearly that is why I am currently blogging.
My 35th birthday is 7 short sleeps away and I'm not excited at all, which is disappointing because I LOVE my birthdays and this year, unlike last year, I am pretty well rested and plan to remember it...what to do, what to do? I think I need to buckle down, get at least half of the billion done and then just sit back and relax next monday...is it possible...i'll keep you posted.

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times...it was Easter Sunday!

I was told by my mother this morning not to blog, to do my homework instead, so here I am, of course (Erin, can addiction happen so quickly?) Anyway, I apprecitate your advice mum and I'll be done in a minute. God that must be so frustrating for parents, to know what is best for you, their kid and yet have that advice completely and totally, 100% ignored (there is a line however, when advice becomes, well harrassment)...not to worry mum, i'm sure it will come back to me threefold...Sylvie already ignores me.

So today was really the first time that Sylvie was into the myth of (insert mythical/fictional or imaginary creature here). It started early, the moment she woke up she started talking about "looking around"...sadly it took Blaine and I five minutes to figure out what she meant (have I mentioned she is way smarter than us?). I was lounging, of course, when I realized that she was "looking around" for what the EB had left her...oh crap, her basket was only half done...so now I'm madly attempting to get mini eggs and vitamins...yeah, that's right i stuffed her plastic eggs full of her vitamins for the day (they have sugar too you know and seem like a better thing to give children for breakfast...non?).

Eagle Eye Wilkins found the package on the back porch in about three seconds flat and was truly happy to be eating the few mini eggs and vitamins that were in there before 8:30 am. She's sleeping now and aside form a LOT of brownish drool we really had no problems...success...so far....HAPPY EASTER ALL!

If I'm the boss of me...how come you're always telling me what to do?

I got the idea to start a blog from a lovely friend of mine, who enjoys many of the same things I do...actually she obsesses over the same things I do...things which I won't spew on about at the moment, because once I start...there is no telling when it might end.

I've always wanted to record thoughts,pictures and idea online, but have never found the time and now...i still don't have the time, but i'm not getting any younger and if i don't start now i fear the arthritis will take my joints and I would never be able to meet my goal (or the typing requirement to meet said goal)...just so you know, I don't have arthritis...just percautionary.

Anyway, my birthday is coming up, as is the end of my semester at school (I have 14 days to complete 12,000 assignments) and I thought...hey, now would be a really good time to start that blog I've always wanted to do...becasue I am a procrastinator...that's how I roll.

So it's Easter Weekend and for the first time in my daughter's life she is gearing up for a giant bunny to sneak into our house to bring her chocolate...why is no one else afraid of this story: a) giant bunny (obviously a mutant) b) sneaking (as in NOT invited) c) candy (from stranger)...all bad things that culminate into one sugar addicted, hyperactive, usually screaming child...now that should be a good time had by all.