Just Be

Take some time to just be.

Remind yourself that you are not a princess. You are not entitled. What you own is not truly yours. Everything could be taken away tomorrow. Enjoy today.

Smile.

Be gracious with others.

Be gentle on yourself.

Slow down. Eat slower. Make love slower. Drive slower. Take in what is around you. Take in its beauty.

Revel in your children. Laugh at their horrific jokes that don’t make sense because one day their wit and word play will astound you. Be amazed at the shadow of stubble on your son’s chin. Delight.

Enjoy where you are right now. You won’t be here again.

Take time.

Go outside. Breathe deeply. Walk. Relax.

And most of all, just be. Be present. Be here. Be now.

Be happy.

Enjoy.

Pudding and Other Important Items of Mundanity

So, I finally found butterscotch pudding in the grocery store. Butterscotch pudding that you make yourself, that is. It was a bit of a challenge. So, I snatched up a box, wondering at its amazing lack of weight and smaller size than the other flavours we had previously been enjoying and brought that baby home. Butterscotch, at long last, was in the house.

Then I noticed the dreaded words that makes every pudding junkie’s heart sink, “Fat Free” and “Made with Aspartame”. Crap. But it’s butterscotch and its pudding. It must be consumed. So I raged against the machine. I got out my juice jug, poured in the light powder and added my two cups of milk, sealed the lid and shook it for two minutes. How exactly did I rage? I made that bad boy pudding with homo milk (3.25% milk fat). Fat free that you pudding desecrating bastards!

In other news, my husband found the exact centre of the Internet, a place my dad once discovered ages ago when there were approximately six websites in total. Anyway, if you fear not traveling afar, here it is (pack light young grasshopper).

Oh, and in case you are like most curious ten-year-olds in their quest for answers regarding the most intriguing questions regarding poop, then this one is for you.

Who Put the Extra Day in February?

Today, this moment, in a nutshell: 

• Didn’t win anything more than ‘please pay again’ with roll up the rim. I want to win the freaking car, already! Or the money. Or the GPS. Or a donut.
• Made media player glitch out.
• Rolled my change.
• Discovered that the ashtray in my car is exceedingly large and was harbouring a zillion coins. Yes! Let’s order pizza!
• Finally got my hands on the BBC version of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Let’s see if it lives up to the super-high expectations that have been gradually created over the years. (Not likely.)
• Have one and a half days to find a baby shower gift as the one I bought a few months ago has likely been already outgrown by baby of honour.
• I don’t want to cook. I vacuumed today. Isn’t that enough domesticity?
• I now have to track down a car alternator.
• I have three parts to return.
• I have to go to circuit training alone tomorrow.
• I am unmotivated.
• My daughter doesn’t want to go anywhere this week. She didn’t even want to go to the park. There really must be something wrong with her.
• My hubby bought three boxes of cookies a few days ago and I don’t know where they went. I mean, I know. But we are all in denial. Denial, I say. Denial.
• The blogs that usually make me laugh are all about the boring business.
• Somebody put an extra day in February this year. Now whose idea was THAT? Don’t they realise that February is a short month for a very good reason—that being that February SUCKS.

• My daughter still only weighs 35lbs. I just want her in a car booster seat and I swear it doesn’t matter how much cream I give her, she only seems to feel heavier but won’t actually get heavier. It defies the laws of gravity and weight.

• My daughter has only one volume for singing and it is earsplittingly loud.

• I discovered that this software thinks it is March 1st. It isn’t. It is Feb 29th. And it is only 5pm. I wonder what timezone this thing is in and if I can change it–or if I even care…

 Later note: ordered pizza and had friends over, making it an all round wonderful day! 

Feeling the Love

January 31st, 2008–Feeling the Love
Today’s temperature -26C. And some wind chill.

I’m not sure why I titled this blog entry as feeling the love, because I’m not.

Maybe it is because my site and email is down. (Again.) Maybe it is because the cable guy didn’t come to check my Internet like he promised. Maybe because I know my car won’t start when I go try later on this frigid morning–and then I will have to call the tow truck. And get a boost. And then go somewhere to charge the battery and my daughter still doesn’t feel 100%–in fact I’m not sure if I should take her to French or Playschool today. And maybe because my daughter woke up so hungry this morning, she was crying. Yet she can barely eat anything without getting a stomach ache.

But, at least we have had at least 30 straight puke free hours. That is good. Okay, no, actually, if we count the cats, we are only at about 12 puke free hours.

Isn’t that nice.

And Buddy-Stink-Bottom is pulling fur out everywhere again.

Oh, and then there is the offer to go do a presentation in Canmore, but they don’t pay you for anything other than a little honorarium. But it is near AWESOME skiing. But it’s not like I would get a free weekend out of it. And it is a lot of driving. And it is just before we zip off for Vegas. And there is the slight childcare problem. But it would be fun. <Sigh.>

Life: The Mundane

I’m tired today. I hate cleaning the house. I really do. It took me all day. Well, procrastinating and then doing it, took all day. And you know what? It’s just going to look all crappy again in a few days. Grrr.

I’m also waiting around to do a favour for a friend. Sometimes I wonder about my sanity. Why do I agree to things where I never have all the details and then I worry about them? You know, it seems like people are asking a lot of favours lately. Hmm. Interesting.

And I’m hungry. I feel like I could sit in front of the couch and eat junk food all night. I think I’m hungry because it is getting colder out and my body wants to put on a layer of insulation. Or something.

You know what? I haven’t heard about my car…I’d better call. Oh god, do I really want to know what they found when they took a look at it today? Eeeekk…

Called about my car. Evidently the mechanic was not in today. So, thanks a lot there people. They did try rebalancing the tires. I know it is something like a joint or something in the front end. Something that is going to cost money. So whatever. They will look at it on Monday. And hopefully they will actually find something and fix it and cheap.

Another Ten Months

Hubby is back at work today. Another ten months of the same. And it looks boring to me today. So much stretched out in front of me. And I don’t know what I am going to do. Okay, I do, but it all seems so discouraging. Maybe I am just bored. I feel the pressure to be…something. I have projects to do, but I don’t feel like doing them. I guess it is the crossroads feeling again. (Still.)

Everything is so repetitive. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, breathing, sleeping, coming up against walls. Having to repeat myself over and over and over…

Later…

You know what I hate? I hate 50 dollar bills. I don’t hate money, don’t get me wrong. But I hate those big ol’ red bills. I dread spending them. I don’t hate buying things, I hate handing over the fifty. I feel like I am a pretender. A big bucks girl pretender. But what I really dread? When they scan the bill under their counterfeit bill scanner. I feel like such a criminal.

I also hate sorting recycling. I used to pay ten bucks a month for someone to sort it and take it away each week. Now, I no longer have that service. Now, I have an overflowing recycle bin and at least one grumpy mood that lasts up to half an hour at least once a month that consists of a lot of cursing under my breath.