Monday, December 06, 2010

Whining about whining

So I participate in an online bulletin board. Today I’m a little disgusted with them. More than one individual is complaining about “list management.” What is that you ask? It’s suggesting to friends and relatives who want to BUY presents for YOUR CHILDREN what said children might like.

Ummm… this is a chore?

If its so awful; decline.

Tell them to make a nice donation to charity in your children’s names. Leave it at that. De-stress. Okay, I’m not a saint. I regularly whine about problems that aren’t really problems but when so many people are struggling to make it financially. In the face of real financial hardships, to listen to people complain about the difficultly of suggesting to others what they can buy their already spoiled children really annoys me.

On another note. Our little hockey team seems to have pre-vailed again the “evil-league.” No one has been “traded” and all the kids remain with the team. Might I add that our little “superstar goal scorer” is so incredibly cute. He’s shy and humble and doesn’t know he’s as good as he is. He’s just having fun. This weekend he was over the moon excited because he had new skates (as opposed to used skates which is the norm).

So we prevailed in our arguments not to break up the team and all the kids are still together. The team is now VERY bonded (no real change with the kids most of whom had no idea anything was happening but the parents… whoa!). The on Saturday our little team met what we assumed was the best team in the league and beat them handily 4 - 0. But it gets worse because on Sunday we then played the weakest team in the league. They stopped putting the score on the board when the sixth goal went in mid-way through the first period. No one knew the real score until we saw the game sheet at the end of the game. At least it wasn’t a shut-out because the opposing team scored a goal (and we cheered oh so enthusiastically) but the final score was a hard to justify 18 – 1. Totally not our fault as the other team is not from our association (and we certainly weren’t asked to give them a player) but still a shock to everyone. It did demonstrate our point that one player wouldn’t have made a difference though – once again every player contributed. Our star got 4 goals out of 18; everyone was in on the scoring and even Kamryn got an assist. So sue us.

Okay must end on the happy – our Christmas tree is up.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

STUPID

So Kamryn’s hockey team is doing extremely well this year. They are undefeated with 7 wins and 3 ties and sit at the top of the standings. We’re midway through the season and they have a good (but by no means certain) chance of finishing in first place. Yay kids! You’d think. Not so much. There are 13 teams in their division. Within that division 4 of the teams (including Kamryn’s) are from the same association. One of the teams is not doing as well as the others. They aren’t in last ploace (they’re 11th) but not all that hot either. That’s the way you’d figure it would be. Someone has to win and someone has to lose and I don’t know what they expect. Well actually I do – they expect everyone to win. In order to accomplish this – despite the fact that more than half the season is over – they want to take one of our top scorers and transfer them to the losing team. Ummm….

The losing team has done no fundraising. They are registered in no tournaments. The parents have demonstrated a spectacularly low level of support for the team (there isn't a real team manager, no assistant coaches, no one willing to organize fundraising etc.) They are good at one thing whining LOUDLY (well the parents are anyways; I suspect the kids are great). It's no surprise they are not winning games on the ice. They aren't a team. The association’s response to the whining though is to demand Kamryn's team give up a top scorer (or any other player for that matter regardless fo ability). Ummmm…. No.

We have a solid team. On and off the ice. They are really bonded. They are team mates and friends. They are 7 and 8 years old and aren't going to understand why they are being moved to a team that is inferior in every way (and I'm not talking about ability but rather attitude). It's just not fair to any of them. We’ve done a great deal of fundraising. We’ve taken team pictures; we’ve bought team jackets; we’ve played in a tournament; we’ve registered for two more. Tournament registration is closed – any player who joins our team now would not be eligible to play in those tournaments and the player we gave up would miss out despite the fact that the fundraising his parents contributed to is helping to pay for the tournament.

So the league asked for a player (the deadline for movements between teams was three weeks ago and had they asked then we would have whined and conceded we had no choice). The coaches said no. So the league, going against its own by-laws, is now trying to strong arm parents into having their child switch teams (on the mistaken assumption that some parents won’t realize their rights). It’s all gotten extremely heated and nasty and its just STUPID. These are little kids playing hockey. Let them play and stay out of it. No one is being hurt here but the kids. Leave them alone!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Well I guess we can stop contributing to his College fund

Random conversation while driving in the car yesterday:

Sam: Maman, in university, do you go outside and play?

Me: No.

Sam: Oh ... (pause) but you do get snack, right?

Me: No.

Sam: Oh dear...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

No time to be sick

Today I’m feeling crappy. I’m not going to die or anything – just a head cold and what I’d like to do is just curl up on the couch for the day. Not going to happen.

Kamryn had hockey practice at 7:00 am; Sam at 7:30 am, which is better than it sounds in that they were play/practicing in adjoining arenas so all the hockey “fun” was over with by 8:30 am and we weren’t driving all around the city. The bad part is is dragging one’s cold-weary butt out of bed at 6:00 to go and sit in a freezing cold arena. Kamryn has a birthday party to go to at 11:00 am (her Dad will drive her; my contribution has been making sure she’s dressed nicely and that the gift is bought and wrapped). I have to be a Shenkman Arts Centre at 12:00 pm in advance of a 2:00 pm performance. It’s our annual Christmas concert and I’m just not up for it. Nothing like honking on a clarinet when your throat feels like you’ve swallowed gravel. I’m so looking forward for 4 pm when we should be done.

After the concert I will need to help Kamryn bake cookies for school. Then I will be done. The Grey Cup is today. Traditionally you eat pizza and chili for the Grey Cup game. I know I have frozen chili in the freezer and I have some frozen pizzas – tada!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Feeling a little deflated

Yay - we met with a psychologist today. She seemed switched on, well qualified and old enough to automatically give her an air of efficacy. I liked her.

Yay - Sam was cooperative and pleasant but not so much that we looked like crazy people for suggesting something might be wrong with our child.

Boo - After only a half day of school he received a written warning from his teacher (an official form not the regular note in his agenda) for hitting another child (albeit on the hand) and being disrespectful.

Sigh ...

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Picture Says a Thousand Words



One of these boys is not like the others. One of these boys just isn't the same. Can you tell me which boy is not like the others before I finish this song? Can you pick Sam out in this picture? Note I didn't take the picture but was really struck to the core when I saw it.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Life without a cell phone

I don’t have a cell phone. I haven’t had one for over a month now. When my empoyer no longer required me to have a blackberry and took the one they had given me I never got around to getting a new phone (I did half-heartedly shop for one). There have been a couple of times this month (no more than two or three) where it would have been nice to have to option of a phone but nothing critical. No need stronger than “nice to have.” Telling someone you don’t have a cell phone now-a-days generally invokes questionable glances. People are more likely not to have a home phone that to not have a cell phone. My 70-year-old mother has one.

I don’t need a phone. Never have. I think we’ve been conditioned to be available 24/7 and that’s really not all that necessary. I’m not that important. I plan my life a little – make a phone call, if I need to, before I leave my office or when I get home.

Here’s the thing. For security reasons I cannot use or even allow one to be on in my workplace. When I venture from my office during the day there is a better than 50 percent chance that I won’t remember to take a cell phone with me. There is a greater than 75 per cent chance that if I take it with me I won’t remember to turn it on. I’m completely reachable when I’m in my office I have this lovely black thin on my desk with buttons that occasionally rings. Can’t use a cell phone while driving – of course hand-free is allowed but I don’t really believe in that being any safer than holding a phone and yammering away into it. There aren’t very many places/times where I can actually use a cell phone. I’m worried that my husband (who is extremely attached to his cell phone) will think a cell phone would be a great Christmas present. I don’t want one.

The common arguement (and I've used it) is "what if the children need my help." Well the school has my work number, if they can't get a hold of me they have my parents phone number, if they can't get a hold of them then they can call my husband. Someone will get to the kids (probably in the end me!). Last winter Sam fell ill at school. It was 3:30 pm and the school bus left at 3:45 pm they were questioning whether to put him on the bus or not and called me. I had left work (to get home in time to meet the school bus) so they left a message on my voice mail at work. I had not yet made it home so I missed their second attempt to reach me. They left a message at home as well. Then they called my cell phone. I was driving home to meet the school bus and forced to ignore the ringing phone or break the law. They left a third message. Had I been able to answer the ringing cellphone it would not have changed the outcome in any way as I was too far away to provide a better option than sending him home on the bus. I was unreachable for 15 minutes. Sam did not die. They put him on the school bus (as I would have told them to do) and when he got off the bus I put him to bed. These are the extent of the foreseeable emergencies in my life.

Instead of buying a cell phone for a hundred dollars and then paying $40 a month (minimum) to not use it anyways, today I bought the family tickets to go and see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra perform. I wouldn’t be able to hear a cell-phone during that raucous show as it is.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

HIs first real suit

Yesterday I bought Sam a suit, at his request. My 6-year-old is dying to wear a suit. A wee (completely hyper and totally out-of-control) Alex Keaton perhaps? We were watching Battle of the Blades the other night and one of the hosts was wearing a suit. Sam asked me if he could dress like “that man.” Then a skater came on the screen and he got all excited “No! He exclaimed not like him. Like the other man.”

“The man in the suit?” I asked.

“Yes, he replied” and calmed down a little.

“Ummm… why?”

“I just like it.” he said.

I did a private dance of joy – no “Pants on the Ground” for my kid. My kid has style.

Last week he asked to wear a tie to school. It didn’t survive the day intact (easily fixed though) so the suit may not have been the best idea his Mom has ever had. Anyway it was on sale and I kind of liked it and he asked for it. My 6-year-old asked for a suit. How could I resist. The only problem was the smallest size they had was an 8. I was sceptical but figured at the very worse it would hang in his closet and he’d wear it next year. It was a good price for a nice suit. I was hoping it would need a little tailoring and he could wear it for the next two years (first communion suit – done! Bonus!). Ummm…. He swims in the pants (because he has no discernible waist) but aside from that no tailoring needed – doesn’t even need a hem. Daniel is doubtful that he’ll still fit into it come Easter. It’s a size 8 for pete’s sake! I’m not buying a size 10 for my first grader. Ah well. Maybe his cousin will have a nice suit for his first communion (the two are only months apart but I have to keep reminding the children this, as Sam is about a head taller and a gazillion years more mature).

I Rule!

I’m feeling a little superior. It’s hard to feel superior without sharing.

I brought my lunch to work today: butternut squash soup, a red pepper cut into strips, an apple and a diet ginger ale. Substitute cherry tomatoes for the red pepper and its exactly the same lunch I had yesterday. The soup is good; I made it myself but I was a little bored with said lunch so I figured I would pop down to the cafeteria and grab a slice of pizza. I literally hitched up the pants I bought just last month (happy to be losing wieght; a little frustrated that nothing I have fits - no pleasing me) and headed out. I got down to the cafeteria and there was an enormous man in front of me. I watched him grab two bags of chips, a buttertart, a bottle of coke and a sandwich. I looked at him. I adjusted my pants (again!). I then bought a small whole wheat roll to eat with my soup and came back upstairs to eat my boring lunch.

But I do feel superior even though I didn’t really do anything and don’t know this man (or his situation) from Adam. I can’t tell anybody in real life this because it would be petty. Tomorrow though I may have the pizza and leave someone else feeling superior.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Un Vrai Monsieur

Each month at the children's' school they have an event they call une "Concentration." In effect a school assembly where any child has the opportunity to present themselves (a particular skill or talent) before the assembled school body. Parents are invited to attend. Generally there are a few class presentations and a smattering of children. It lasts about an hour.

Yesterday Sam came home with a note from his teacher informing us that he would be reciting a poem (from memory) at this month's Concentration. Wonderful except the Concentration was this morning. Thanks for the notice. Normally I would move mountains to attend but I need some notice to get my earth-moving equipment in place. I had an important meeting this morning that I could not avoid and while I did all the math in my head to figure out how I could do both it was evident by the time I woke up this morning (yes I thought about this at random moments through the night) that I wouldn't be able to go. This was complicated because Daniel is deep in the doghouse for missing out on a field trip he was supposed to accompany Kamryn on yesterday morning. I know he has a medical appointment this morning that would make his own attendance problematic and I wasn't in the mood to discuss contingencies with him after the field trip fiasco.

Anyway so there I am feeling guilty and I decided to just arm Sam with everything I could and send him off with good wishes and the support of his awesome big sister. I set out a brand new school uniform for him - pants, a turtleneck and a vest. Then he asked if he could wear a tie. He was so excited. I pointed out that to wear a tie he needed to wear a shirt not a turtleneck and went to help him get organized. He then explained to his guilt-wracked mother (with pride in his voice) why he wanted to wear a tie: "je veux porter une cravate, Maman, pour être comme un vrai monsieur qui travail; comme toi Maman." (Translation: I want to wear a tie, Mommy, to be like a real man who works; like you Mommy.)

He melted my heart.

I wish he had a cellphone so I could call my 6 year old and see how it went. I'd ask Daniel but I don't even know if he went because of the whole doghouse thing - communication was poor this morning.

I hope he didn't speak too fast. He has a tendancy to do that; as do I.

Monday, October 25, 2010

I'm frustrated and worried.

Sam. What am I going to do with Sam.

We had a meeting last week with his teacher. Same meeting we have every school year around this time (about a month before 1st quarter report cards are released and formal parent-teacher interviews are held). Sam is #2 in his class academically out of 22 kids. He is reading in the top group. He is approximately 30% ahead of his peers. We know this because he attends a Montessori-like elementary school and he is that far ahead in completed individual work. He is athletically talented. He is social and friendly. He likes to please.

On the other hand: His desk is separated from the other students in the class by a cement wall (the classroom has a small section at the front separated by a wall probably intended for supply cabinets etc.). That is the only way, his teacher explains, that he can get any work done; if not he can’t stay in his chair; can’t work and consistently disturbs the other kids in the class so that they can’t work either. When the class lines up, he lines up separately because if not the teacher constantly has to respond to squabbles in line as he pokes, punches and pushes the other children. He can’t stop talking even when no one is listening. Sometimes he isn’t even using words. I can’t let him play outside unsupervised because there will be conflict with the other children on the street. He’s defiant to the point of his own detriment and he knows this but it is more important to him to get his own way than peacefully back down (avoiding any negative consequences).

Punishment doesn’t work. He NEVER takes responsibility for anything. He lies. He blames another child and if that doesn’t work he blames the punisher (he had to see the principal last week because he challenged his teacher for marking his behaviour for the day as poor). I don’t know when to believe him because he tells the truth so infrequently (and he is such a poor liar). At home and at school I believe he gets punished for things he hasn’t done. To quote his 8 year-old sister (who came up with this explanation completely on her own) – because he always lies the other children blame him for everything since adults never believe him innocent.

Reward doesn’t work. Well it will work once but you MUST escalate the reward or he immediately loses interest and he EXPECTS a reward whenever his behaviour is even remotely appropriate (we’re not talking stickers here people but major rewards like restaurant dining). Praise works but only briefly (less than 2 minutes; he beams and then forgets what behaviour he was just praised for).

He lacks appropriate social skills. While he is friendly and loves to play he doesn’t pick up on social cues at all. He is intensely selfish in the way he plays. Some kids don’t like to share; Dominic only believes in sharing when he is the beneficiary. He bullies. If a child has a toy he wants he will negotiate to get it (and he easily outsmarts his peers). If that doesn’t work he will just take. He sulks – always the persecuted one. In sports, he is generally better than his peers. He will take the ball or puck and simply keep it, playing alone in many ways with the other children as props. He doesn’t understand why at that point no one wants to continue the game. When the children drift away he will follow. The only way for him to understand they don’t want to play with him is when they push or hit him (sometimes he doesn’t even respond to that and laughs manically as if they are just kidding). The teacher gives him a behaviour rating each day of green, yellow, or red. Lately it’s been mostly yellow. The first few weeks of the school year it was consistently red. At the meeting we mentioned the change to her and she told us “oh no I almost never give out red, that's only for very serious offences like those involving intimidation.” She’s forgotten. She’s give him at least 10 this school year. I think of everything I worry about his social ineptitude the most (I can handle his kinetic nature).

He is a tattletale and constantly reports on anything and everything anyone else might do wrong. It gets VERY tiresome at home where I only have to remind him that Maya’s behaviour isn’t his responsibility. I can’t imagine what his teacher must be dealing with (she did mention this problem). At summer camp this summer the camp counsellors nicknamed him “the informer” (wonderful, eh?)

The reason behind last week’s parent conference was to ask us if we’d be willing to meet with the school social worker (I think that is the first step in initiating school-based testing for behavioural/academic problems like ADHD something the school normally doesn’t do until a child is older.).

I think he has ADHD but can’t reconcile his academic success or the fact that if I sit him at a desk and ask him to finish a homework page he can do that quietly and efficiently as long as he is alone in the room. Oh and he can do that for hours. I wonder about Fetal Alcohol Effects but his advanced intelligence suggest this isn't the case. He has had no observable delays and he also has none of the physical characteristics. He just doesn't fit the criteria but what do I know?

We have an appointment with a psychologist on November 8th. Longest two-week wait of my life.

Friday, October 22, 2010

A the hopelessness of it all...

Okay I'm failing in the supermommy department. I'm literally run frazzled. Dominic has missed doing his homework something like 3 times this month. As he reads at a first-grade level that is certainly not his fault. I'm working on letting this go as

1) I'm a working-mom of two who still finds time to maintain a household (however poorly) and volunteer at various activities in support of her children.
2) I started a brand-new (demanding) job less than a month ago and I'm still getting up to speed on an area of the world that I would have been hard-pressed to accurately identify on a map 6 weeks ago.
3) I get almost NO help from my husband who gets home from school past 8 pm four our of five nights a week, regularly disappears for hours at a time on the weekend and gets really grumpy (and thus completely useless) if I encourage him to help me do something family-oriented during non-school hours as he "has to study."
4) Am still recovering from the minor back-injury I sustained 6-weeks ago in an automobile accident.

So ya.... letting things go.

We got a notice home from school that school photos would be taken on the 13th and the 14th of October. Un-hunh. Thanks for narrowing it down. Kamryn came home with a note saying hers would be the 14th. Nothing from Sam (although I expect we're not getting everything we should be getting). There was no school the 12th for the Thanksgiving Day holiday. Sam said nothing about photos. On the 13th after work I rushed home, grabbed the kiddos and rushed to the mall to get Sam a much needed haircut so he would look good for his picture. At the END of his haircut he says to me "oh, we had pictures taken today."

"Wonderful!" I thought, "he wasn't even wearing decent clothes (well they were decent as he wears a uniform but I would have put him in the nicer elements like a button-down shirt had I known). " But we're letting things go remember ...

Yesterday they bring their photos home. Kamryn's for the first time in years are wonderful. Nice smile; nothing goofy. Great! We'll take 6 dozen! And then there are Sam's. His hair looked fine despite being too long. As luck would have it the golf shirt he was wearing looked just fine. In generally a neat well turned out appearance. So far so good, eh? Not so much. His face? He has the most hideous grimace that you can imagine. He is PERFECTLY capable of smiling nicely for a photo; however, why smile nicely for a photo and please your parents when instead you can make all your friends laugh by grimacing wildly. Sigh. I guess it's back to plan B and taking him to the mall after Christmas to get his school photo re-taken. Why would I ever worry about his hair and clothes?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The life of a suit.

So I own this suit. It consists of a chocolate brown pencil skirt and a brown short cropped double breasted jacket with a black velvet collar. It could be described as figure hugging. It’s an old suit. I wore it when Daniel, unexpectedly, proposed in 1997. It was a new suit then (maybe the first time I wore it?) It’s a size 14. That’s the size I wore when I got married. I thought I was happy that size. I thought I looked good. At some point in 1998 the suit got too tight and I stopped wearing it. At some point in 1998 I got frustrated with my size and I joined Weight Watchers. At 5’9” I weighed 197 pounds (I was horrifed!). I lost just over 50 pounds in about 9 months. I dropped from a size 16 (I didn’t own any clothes that were size 16 but I should have) to a size 6. I don’t look good as a size 6 – I look like a heron crane, a sick heron crane. You know how people tell you they are big-boned. Well I am. I wear a 9.5 size glove for instance. I purposefully gained 5 pounds or so and was a comfortable size 8 at about 155 pounds. I had to buy an entirely new wardrobe. I had all my clothes tailored – including the suit. It’s still a size 14 but it has been tailored to fit a size 8 me.

So I kept the weight off for a good while (more than 5 years) but slowly my old habits reasserted themselves and slowly (and then quickly) I gained the weight back. The suit didn’t fit anymore. I hung it in the closet and the velvet collar got dusty. I didn’t give it away like I’d proudly done with many of my “fat” clothes. It mocked me whenever I went into the closet. I didn’t think I would ever wear it again. I cursed myself for getting it tailored. It hung in my closet untouched for 5 years.

This summer when I started dieting I tried it on – ugh! I looked at the little tag that now erroneously read size 14 and shook my head. I couldn’t pull the skit on over my hips. This is AFTER I’d lost at least ten pounds. I wasn’t too upset. I had decided when I started to diet that I wasn’t going back in time… that I was 42… that I didn’t particularly hate my body… that I was fine with being a size 12. I wanted to be a real size 12 though not a size 14 wearing size 12 clothes. That decision meant that all my skinny clothes would likely never be worn again. I was shocked at the quantity of size 8 clothes I had. I began to think about getting rid of them. They were clothes that I couldn’t even put on much less wrestle closed. The suit I thought I would save for nostalgic reasons – like my wedding dress…

Losing weight is funny. I’ve probably lost 25 – 30 pounds. Maybe more (I don’t know what I was when I started). 10 pounds is supposed to represent a size. My measuring stick has been my clothes. First the size 12s started fitting properly. That phase lasted a LONG time. Then they started getting a little loose – again a long time. Then over night NOTHING I own fit anymore. Literally overnight. They fit on Friday and on Saturday I couldn’t cinch my belt any tighter and my pants were still falling off (a little annoying that). I didn’t mean to lose this much. I said I would stop before I got here but I was kind of surprised so it’s not really my fault. My skinny clothes still don’t quite fit but I can wear them (most of them). My “fat” clothes look ridiculous on me. I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to shop (well I do but I don’t have any money). I’m now a little addicted to losing. I said I would stop at 169 (my Weight Watchers goal weight) but I passed that on the weekend and 160 looks so close and so easy (at 30, 160 was a good weight for me) so maybe…

It’s time to think about stopping though because today I wore the suit. It fits again – perfectly. It makes me feel skinny.

Friday, August 06, 2010

Never relax too much

So we went out to dinner last night with friends at a very nice restaurant (read not a "family" restaurant). The kids both had camp earlier in the day (Kamryn - golf camp; Sam - science camp) so I had them take showers and put on some nicer clothes. I gave Kamryn three dresses to choose from. She picked a very cute red sun-dress:



I let her get dressed. It's about 4:30.

Sam was more than adorable. I dressed him in a little t-shirt and let him wear a dress shirt (opened) over it. He looks at me earnestly and says "I look handsome." Very cute. I agreed with him.

So family looking respectable we pull into the parking lot of the she-she restaurant around 630ish (so a full two hours after Kamryn got dressed) and all of a sudden Kamryn squeals from the back seat.

Me: Kamryn, WHAT is the matter?
Kamryn: I forgot to put on underwear.

Lordy. We're a good 40 minutes from home. Glad the dress is on the long side.

So we had a quick but intense discussion about not mentioning this to anyone else. Then we had a more intense discussion with Sam about privacy issues because this is the kind of info he would love to share with our friends, the maitre D', our server, random people he would meet in the restaurant...

Kamryn: This is kind of uncomfortable.
Me: It can't be that uncomfortable. You've been dressed for 2 hours and you just noticed.

Lordy.
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There were no further underwear incidents and we had a lovely dinner.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Just to show you...







You don't need talent or creativity just REALLY good instructions. Look what I made.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

No one ever says thank you.

This morning I walked over the the breakfast nook to grab a bowl and stepped in a mess of Cheerios that Sam had spilled all over the floor. I was not happy. I hollared for him to come downstairs and sweep up his mess (something he oddly enjoys) and he got the broom and the dustpan and got to it. Midway through he pauses to note that the mess always seems to be on his side of the table. Ummmm.... Ya think? Then as he finishes sweeping up the mess he made, he starts mumbling about no one ever saying thank you. All I could do to keep from cracking up.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Still on the diet

So after all my grumbling about South Beach... today I'm wearing a pair of jean capris that I put away last year (for good I thought) because they threatened to cut me in two when I did them up. Better still - I wore them two weeks ago quite comfortably (might have mentioned it here but can't find the reference). Thing is this morning I had to put on a belt to keep them up (little private dance of joy). I still haven't had anyone ask me if I'm losing weight (I'm so waiting for that) BUT I zipped up a skirt I couldn't get on last week (still too tight to wear but I got the zipper up!) and I put on a pair of size 8 shorts (not that I ever intend to actually wear them again because I won't ever be a size 8 again but I could squeeze my sizable butt in them).

My worry now is that this is all an illusion although now on to phase two South Beach I could eat like this indefinitely. I just have to get my head around the fact that the occasional cheat is fine and I could be all right. I don't miss potatoes at all. I keep asking myself why we stopped eating brown rice (it's so much tastier that white). I could do without the endless veggies though; ugh!

Still don't know how much I actually weigh. I just know it's less than I did last month.
Anyway so far so good.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Public Service Announcement

This weekend we embarked on the world of geocaching. My boss has been talking it up for eons. It seemed to have its merits but I was lazy - oh so lazy. I have the entire month of August off however and I was looking for something inexpensive to do with the kids and this seemed a perfect fit. So I signed up on www.geocaching.com and got down to business.

This week I dragged the family out for the first time. What a great time we all had. I downloaded three easy caches for us to locate and off we went on our bikes. The kids were excited to be on the hunt. I was happy to be on my bicycle. Daniel was grumpy to start but once we'd found our first cache even he was into it. The caches were fun to search for. We found all three and both Kamryn and Sam are asking when we can do it again (although Sam has probably missed the point in that he just wants to return to the locations of the caches we're already found.)

I think we've unearthed a new hobby.

The post in which I bore you completely to death.

Kamryn started Power Skating lessons last week. While Sam is the natural athlete Kamryn needs a little more encouragement in that area (most literally; she's a fine athlete but she lacks confidence and tends to hover on the outskirts rather than getting in there with her elbows up!) - thus the lessons. So I dressed her in her gear and sent her out on the ice and then really looked at her. Her shorts (PANTS! Daniel would yell but they look like shorts to me) were WAY to short. Quite a safety hazard because that exposes her unprotected thigh to all manner of injuries. So the goal this weekend was to find her a new pair of hockey "shorts." They are EXPENSIVE. Prices start around $40.00 which isn't bad but you get what you pay for, regardless they quickly balloon to $80 + with the average price being in the $100 range. Ouch.

She hadn't grown that much (her legs though are just stretching out) and everything else seemed to fit just fine. I mused though that me may have to replace everything come January but at least then we could take advantage of sales. The pants couldn't wait and we headed for our local Play it Again Sports to look for some used equipment. The store was gone! Doh! I remember seeing a sign on a new strip mall going up down the road that they would be moving there but that mall wasn't finished yet. There was another store clear across town so we headed there but thought that we would pop into Canuck Tire on the way so that Daniel could see the $40 pair. Once there it occured to us that we could get her a COMPLETE new set of equipment for $130.00 if we bought a kit. It would mean Sam could wear her old equipment (which would fix his need for new hockey gloves) and there would be no need for new equipment for Kamryn come January. Yay team! We spent a little more than we intended but in the end I think we'll come out ahead. So what to do with Sam's practically brand new equipment? Hmmmm.... I posted on online ad to sell it and kicked myself that I didn't look online for pants for Kamryn. In order to price the equipment I did a little online survey and didn't find even one comparable product - I felt less bad for not attempting to be thrifty. What does everyone do with their old equipment?

This morning there was a bidding war via e-mail for the equipment I posted. Totally easy sale. Again I was stunned. There are thousands of little ones who played hockey last year and will need new equipment. What do their parents do with the old equipment? I guess they could be passing it on but everyone? I must be missing something.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Let's make a list

Good things

1. I’m eating 3 – 5 meals a day as opposed to my normal 2.
2. My GERD – completely in control.
3. I’m eating more vegetables than I have in my ENTIRE life – that can’t be bad.
4. I think I’m losing weight (although I’m not sure).
5. Loads of new ways to prepare veggies that are really impressing the kids (yes, I have kids who generally like vegetables).
6. Virtually no take-out food being purchased – good for my waistline and my pocket book.
7. One starch a day seems doable and almost reasonable.
8. While I’m not tracking points like I do with Weight Watchers; I plan each and every thing I eat so it’s having a similar effect.


Bad Things

1. I do feel deprived and sometimes hungry (like now) although I’m holding out determinedly for noon.
2. I miss carbs terribly. Okay that’s not true. I miss cake and cookies terribly. I’ve never really like rice, can live without the potato without to much difficulty and am generally bored with bread.
3. There is no room AT ALL to cheat even a little on this diet. If I have something I’m craving I feel like I’m betraying all my hard work. I’m still beating myself up over two and a half cookies I ate on Saturday night. Like what!?!
4. Meal preparation takes planning and more work than I’m willing to do on a regular basis so occasionally I just don’t eat because I can’t be bothered.
5. I keep thinking of all the overweight friends I have who did this diet and got skinny and who gained it all back before they got the tags off their new clothes (I believe I have more willpower/discipline then them but who really knows).

Sunday, July 04, 2010

So after all my whining...

Today I am wearing a pair of shorts that I put aside last year because they threatened to cut me in two at the waist.

I'm heading out to buy supplies for phase two of this diet. Go figure.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Instant Award

So I won a workplace award. When I first got the e-mail informing me of the fact I thought it was a bit of a joke. The award is called an “Instant Award.” Sounds hokey, no?

Here’s what the website says:

iBoutique is the exciting, new instant recognition program from the Government of Canada. It offers a terrific selection of gift items that celebrates you the recipient…

Your dedication rises above the ordinary and has not gone unnoticed. This selection of gifts is our way of saying thanks and acknowledges our praise and respect for you…

Congratulations, we hope you will enjoy your gift and the sincere appreciation behind its giving.


Okay – yay me. I received my award – along with my team and a host of other people working in our division for work we did on something called “Committee of the Whole.” Let’s just say Committee of the Whole ruined May for me. I’ve also supposedly been recognized for running my little team for the last little while. Everyone received an award at the i3 level. Mine was i6 (there are 8 levels) I’m not sure if that’s because I’m being recognized for doing more on Committee of the Whole or just more in general. Dunno.

I don’t know what to pick. The prizes are weird. Luggage is leading the way right now but I'm not all that certain we need luggage. I can pick anything from any of the categories up to i6 but feel that I might be cheating myself somewhat to pick something from a lesser category.

Not my lifestyle

So I started the South Beach diet 8 days ago ostensibly to support my mother whose doctor instructed her to cut her carbs in light of some health problems. My mother bless her heart “cut her carbs” by going out and buying a ton of fruit. Sigh. So, I bought her the South Beach Diet book (so she would be informed) and told her I would do it with her. I’m doing it alone.

She’s not about to give up carbs – really. She’s still eating white rice and potatoes. We went out for dinner on Sunday and while I had some sort of salad with grilled chicken, beans and cheddar cheese, my mother had steak, prawns and French fries. I wasn’t perfect – I had a SMALL desert (called a bite of brownie – literally half a white chocolate brownie with two tablespoons of ice cream) – my only cheat all week. My mother had a berry and apple crisp. But Mom is stubborn and can’t be pushed or reasoned with. I’ve watched her diet my entire life. She has the discipline of a drunken marine. What I learned from her – a good lesson – was not to diet.

I’m not thin. I generally haven’t been fat either. I did Weight Watchers over ten years ago (wow!); lost 50 lbs and have allowed it to slowly creep back over the last 7 years or so - never actually regaining it all. Lately though I think (I don’t know since I won’t step on a scale) I’ve been getting close. And while I’m comfortable at a size 12 (really I am – I’m 5’9” for heaven sakes); I’m not ready to start buying size 14s (at my heaviest size 14s were tight). There was this roll at my belly that REALLY bothered me. So I thought I could kill two birds with this stone – help my mother; kick start some of my own weight loss.

Everyone complains about how hard it is to lose weight after 40. Well at 42, I can still guffaw at that statement. Perhaps things will change in a year or two but I think I’m advantaged by not having spent my adulthood on a diet. I’m also advantaged by the fact that I thrived on carbs by taking them out of my diet there is practically nothing left. The weight is coming off. But here’s the stupid thing – I didn’t weigh myself before starting (this was about Mom not me – ya right!) so I have no idea how much weight has come off. I do know that the skirts that were getting embarrassingly tight on me fit nicely again. I know that the cute jean capris that I put away last summer because the waist band threatened to cut me in two now fits as well. Sadly the really nice blouse I bought two weeks ago is now too big. So the weight is coming off. Maybe 5 pounds? Maybe more? According to the book I’m supposed to lose between 8 and 13 pounds the first two weeks. I’m generally a slow loser so I expected to lose 8. I intended to stop at the end of the two weeks because I didn’t really believe that this diet was sustainable or smart but now I may be hooked – on losing.

The nice thing about losing weight is getting back into clothes you never thought you’d wear again. I’m really enjoying that and its especially easy because I really wasn’t all that far out of my clothes. So I’m liking that. I like that the roll has shrunk to what I deem acceptable (with the right support it’s gone entirely!) I like the discipline of the diet. I’m good with discipline.

But I HATE this diet.

Right now what I’d like most in life is a latté and a muffin (and I don’t even like muffins). I miss crackers with my cheese. I miss cereal. I miss toast. I crave potatoes. I want to have a chocolate bar. I can’t see accepting low-carb as a realistic lifestyle choice and that means that this weight loss is unsustainable. Which is very sad because I really like how my clothes fit today.

Weight Watchers works so much better because I never felt deprived. I may have been hungry sometimes but I could ignore that and if I wanted a chocolate bar I could have it. On the other hand, the freedom in the end was my downfall. I never journalled properly which makes it so very easy to cheat. So I guess I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don't want to go back to points and all that hassle but I'm not good with not eating anything good. So I'm just whiney.

Before the week is out I will have a solution. I'm hoping that the freedom to add some carbs back into my diet will help but I'm not terribly optimistic.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

More musing about my allergies

This morning Kamryn came into my bathroom carrying a stuffed bat. She informed me that Cédric (the bat) is allergic to eggs and peanuts and that he has an Epi pen like mine only it's black (like him). Right.

I'm guessing my little incident on Sunday night has affected more than just me.

I did get out my Epi pen on Sunday night and admit to being a little scared that I might really need it. That's never happened before (neither needing it or being scared during an allergic response). It's changed my whole outlook on my allergies. I've really never worried about them much. I'm allergic to A LOT of things and in many ways this has defined me but they haven't been anything more than a nuissance. My mother and my husband well they get all excited but me, well I've been entirely to casual about things.

I only have an Epi pen because a Respirologist I was sent to see once begged me (most literally) to carry one. I've always seen them as a grand waste of money (they are pricey). The reason mine was expired is the Respirologist told me that if I was concerned with cost that letting them be a little expired (no more than 6 months) was fine; he probably would have frowned on two years. I have two Epi pens. On Sunday night I only knew where one was: in the corner of my bedroom, in the satchel I used to carry to work but haven't used in over 6 months, under an extra comforter, a duvet and a pile of pillows that I really need to store away properly. To my credit I was surprised that it was as expired as it was.

I've taken getting a new one as a priority but I'm still waiting on my doctor's office and the pharmacy to get their act together. I'm now uncomfortable not having one.

I'm also a little sad. I was excited at the possibilities opened to me with the false revellation that I had outgrown this allergy. I'm angry with the allergist. I had accepted my limitations. I didn't particularly miss this part of my culinary life and then my world was opened. The restaurants that I was going to visit (I REALLY wanted to try fish and chips - okay not exciting but they look so good). The recipies I was going to try. The freedom that I didn't know I didn't have. Now I miss it.

I miss it and my daughter's stuffed bat has an Epi pen. What did I say the other day? Sucks!

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Doh!

Ever so often I reach saturation with work. I'm there now. I really need a day off and thought I might squeeze in a long weekend. Then today I discovered that while toiling in the seventh circle of hell last month I managed to miss not one but two important taskings. I got the e-mails. I read them and then promptly blocked them from my mind. As no one else in the section was aware of the e-mails, there was no one to remind me that contrary to popular belief we were still horrendously busy.

Bless my director's heart for saying nothing when I relayed this information to him.

July is coming. All hail July!

Monday, June 07, 2010

Well... SUCKS!

That's what Kamryn would say.

Last night we had breaded Tilapia for dinner. I admit I'm very frustrated by Sam's comments about seafood. We went out to dinner with his biological grandmother the other day and she made a (immature!) comment about not like the smell of seafood. Actually her boyfriend apologized for ordering seafood and she explained the reason for his apology. Sam - his ears wide open - decided that he too didn't like the smell of seafood and, in the way only a six-year-old can, keeps going on about it. It's annoying especially because I'm pretty certain he has no idea what it smells like.

Anyway, I threw an adult tantrum on Saturday and decreed that we would start have seafood for dinner once a week whether they liked it or not.

Since my visit with the alergist in April I have been equally excited at terrified about the prospect of eating fish. I'm completely ignorant. I don't know whether I like fish (I think probably not). I don't know how to prepare it. I don't know how to eat it (de-boning etc.) I've been rolling it around in my head for the last month. I had one small bite at the beginning of May and that's been it.

I decided that we would start with breaded Tiliapia. I'd heard it was a mild fish and pretty non-offensive and the bonus was I didn't have to prepare it. So we got a bag of frozen filets and some tartar sauce and I prepared to be initiated.

It didn't go well. Daniel doesn't like Tiliapia (too mild/tasteless) and he hates "fish sticks" but he acquieced as part of the experiment. The kids predictably hated it and had to be cajoled/ordered/forced to eat it. Me? I had three (maybe four) bites before I started to feel wierd. Actually after the first bite I started to feel wierd but I worked very hard to convince myself I was imagining things. Unfortunately I was not. I stopped eating but definitely not in time.

I immediately rustled up my Epi-pen (which I discovered expired in 2008) and took the maximum dosage of Benedryl. The funny feeling (tightness in my throat and slight swelling of my lower lip) subsided but my stomach was decidedly unhappy. I had a bowl of cereal and a glass of pepsi - mistake number 2 and 3.

After "dinner" I sat on the couch reading to Kamryn until it became apparent that I needed to stop and return my dinner to the earth from which it came - twice. Lordy did my stomach feel awful and no one told it that it was supposed to feel better after I'd been sick. But now I have no idea how much benedryl actually got into my system. Three hours had passed since I took the dosage. The inside of my ears (seriously) were itching like crazy (although I was working very hard once more to convince myself it was my imagination - like really who gets hives in their ear canals?). Hives started to appear on the oddest and difficult to scratch places - normal places too! I decided that it was okay to OD on the Benedryl as I had probably lost most of the dose I took earlier.

Mercifully, when you OD on benedryl, sleep comes quickly. When I woke this morning I was fine although my stomach still feels a little off.

I have NEVER gotten sick to my stomach before with an allergy. Then again I've never boldly eaten something that I knew I was allergic to. I also feel that getting sick and getting hives at the same time is unfair - there ought to be a biological rule making this impossible. I did contemplate asking Daniel to take me to the hospital at one point but (despite some tighness in my throat) my breathing was all right. Having been to the hospital under similar circumstances in the past I knew they couldn't do anything more for me that I wasn't already doing. Benedryl and wait it out. I can't imagine how bad things would have gotten if I didn't get sick. And I'm really relieved I didn't have to use the expired Epi-pen.

What a night! I've learned my lesson. No more seafood for me.

The good that came out of it? Since the doctor told me that I wasn't allergic to seafood a few months back I've felt a little like a hypochondriac. How long haven't I been allergic? How many times have I told people that I couldn't eat seafood when I had no basis in fact? Did I ever really have an allergy or was it all in my mind - I REMEMBER the reactions from my childhood but maybe they were exagerated. I feel a little vindicated now. But I could have done without that vindication.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

My laptop is fixable!

Got a call about my computer last night. The repair tech gave me an estimate of $300 to fix it. The optimist in me is budgeting $400. I don't know where that money is coming from right now - wonderful. Good news is that is should be fixed today, after almost 5 months of waiting. I'm excited to have it back.

I'm still angry with Daniel though. It would help if he would defend himself, bluster, complain... anything; but, no, he just looks at you like you're speaking German and then goes and does the dishes. At least we have clean dishes.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

I know how the shoemaker's kids feel.

So my laptop stopped working in February. It keeps overheating - within minutes of turning it on; seconds even. It will boot up and then before the hard drive has even stopped whirring it will overheat and shut down.

Now as annoying as this was I have a handy dandy computer expert in the house as supposedly Daniel is going to school to help people with problems just like mine. And he said he would help. He took my computer and he took it apart. He told me one of his profs at school was going to help him. I was content. A week went by then two. He said something about the prof not being available. Then three. I didn't nag because he was in school; he was busy studying. I could wait a bit. A month went by. Then two. School finished.

The laptop is still in pieces.

In the interim he bought HIMSELF a new computer. Doesn't matter really because when he wants to surf the net, check e-mail, read the paper he has a handy dandy I-Touch that I bought him for his birthday last year - so nice of me.

My computer has been a bone of contention between us of late. A big Tyrannosaurus Rex bone. I can't fix it myself. I can't take it somewhere to get it fixed until he puts it back together (I don't think I can even afford to get it fixed by a real expert). During our last blow-up, he told me he would put it back together. That was at least 10 days ago.

Then I watched Parenthood the other night on TV. One of the characters told her mother to "stop making yourself the victim." I identified with that. Tonight I sat down at our old desktop to download myself some audio books. Hey - I don't need the laptop, the desktop served me well for years. I am not a victim! Woohoo for delusion.

I love audio books. I can listen to them on the bus on the way to work and not get motion sick. I haven't been able to download audio books since my laptop died. I tried to download the software I need for my audio books onto the desktop computer. I didn't work. I tried several times. I tried several ways. I swore. I cursed. I yelled at Daniel and blamed him for everything from the JFK assassination to the oil spill in the Gulf. He came into the office and stared over my shoulder as I floundered and eventually I gave up.

Then I decided I would install a video game I quite enjoy. That worked beautifully. When I couldn't find the code I needed I looked online and there is was. I downloaded everything I needed and prepared to play. Not a victim. Long live delusion! This old desktop - doesn''t have the video card needed to play games like that. I gave up.

I'm a victim. I'm facing that inevitability and going to bed.

Tomorrow I will ask Daniel where he put the parts to my broken computer - I have no idea. I will package it up myself and take it to Future Shop where they will demand part of my pancreas as payment to fix it. It's what I should have done in February.

Sigh.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

This morning's conversation...

Kamryn: It's no fair. He get's to go to the dentist and I have to go to soccer. Boring! No fair!

I'm going to ban the term "no fair" from my house soon. That or go insane.

Last night's conversation ....

Kids are in the back seat of the car prattling on incessantly.

Sam: Making non-sensical conversation with no one in particular and generally being ignored.

Kamryn: Can we get a poodle?

Me: Sure, we'll just get rid of your brother and get you a poodle.

Kamryn: Woohoo! We're getting a poodle.

Sam: Non-sensical babble continues. (Pause of realization) What?!?!

It was better to actually be there but you get the point.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I have not disappeared. Just dealing with an intense amount of family stuff so my fingers are a little quiet. Back soon!

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

My Dad and I wrote this ...

All about Eula

Eula was born in St Lucia on the 5 of March 1922. Over 88 years — some of them, not that easy — she made the most of her life. She lived a life anyone could be proud of.

As a girl she was athletic and adventurous and got into her fair share of mischief — things like falling out of coconut trees — which is hard to believe when you considered what a proper and upstanding adult she was to become. She was most proud to represent her school on the netball team. She also had an artistic side and loved to sing and act. Indeed, she had a real flair for drama.

As a young woman, during the hardest times of the Second World War, she went to work as a sales clerk for her Godfather to help to bring up her three younger siblings.

After her Godfather, she moved to work for one of the largest department stores, on the island.

In 1959 Eula took the bold step of migrating to Canada to join her youngest sister.

Her first job in Canada was as a nanny for a Canadian family. Her caring nature endeared her to that family and them to her. Some of them have joined us today. Over the years they were never far from her heart and she mentioned the W* family often and always with a smile.

From there she joined the department store “Freimans,” a family business that was bought out by the Hudson’s Bay Company in the 70s, as an account processing clerk. Staying with Freimans and eventually the Bay she worked as a sales clerk until her retirement in the early 80s. She was a most dedicated employee and it took a great deal to keep her from her post day after day. She took her retirement somewhat reluctantly.

Eula was a people person and she was loved by all who knew her. During her retirement she spent time helping others and being a companion to older folks. Eula valued these relationships and became a trusted friend to these seniors. One even showed her appreciation for Eula’s companionship by listing Eula in her will. Indeed, Eula was always there when anyone needed help. Even in her eighties she was the one many – family and friend — relied on to take care of them when illness threatened or some crisis rose up.

Eula was very active. A real example for her neices and nephews of how to live a full life. She travelled the world — the Carribean, Europe, the Holy Land. If someone needed a travelling companion she was always eager to go along.

She kept extremely fit. She swam every day and her swimming group was surprised to find that she was about twenty years their senior.

Eula loved sports. Her favourite Football team was the Dallas Cowboys and she was an ardent Blue Jay fan. She would scream — no exaggeration — at the players on the TV and had all kind of advice for the coaches – she called them names too. When she saw a spectacular play she would immediately call her friend and exclaim “did you see that pass?”

She loved to sing and dance. When she got sick some kind lady who sat behind her in church, sent her a get well card and mentioned that she missed her singing in church.

Eula was a very religious person – never missed a church service. She made friends easily and had wonderful ones who drove to church and back.

Eula never married but family was at the centre of her being. In her old apartment there was a credenza and every square inch of that credenza was taken up with picture frames. Pictures of her brother — whom she doted upon. Of her sisters whom she revered. Of her many neices and nephews – dozens of them. And grand-neices, grand nephews; great grands and her little great-great-grand neice. She loved them all and was always ready to hear of their accomplishments and endeavors. She had a soft spot for the boys and was ever forgiving of the mischief boys get up to. She loved the little girls and ribbons and bows put a smile on her face.

Eula passed away peacefully with her family at her side.

Man plans and God laughs

So I’m sitting in our basement office. I have a half drunk (fully caffinated!) Starbucks Café Mocha at my side at my side. I’m wearing rumpled clothes that I collected off the end of my bed (my room is actually clean I just had on set of somewhat used but still useable clothes dumped at the foot of the bed – I don’t know why it’s important you know this). My hair is combed but still somewhat bed heady. I’m feeling kind of unkempt which is a big deal for me; I’m normally too uptight to unkempt. I drove the kids to school and stopped off on the way back for a Starbucks. Now I’m hiding in the basement. Working from home – doing actual work too. It feels kind good.

It hasn’t been a good week at all.

Had my Easter long weekend all planned. I’m a planner. I like to plan. Makes me feel happy. Friday I was going to sleep late and then clean the house from top to bottom til it sparkled. Around noon I would pop down the road to visit my aunt at the retirement residence. Quick visit and then home to enjoy the weather. Since the weather was supposed to be beyond gorgeous we were going to sin like Babylonians and have hamburgers for dinner (not supposed to eat meat on Good Friday). I had Daniel buy extra foodstuffs so I could casually ask the neighbours to join us (since they are ALWAYS doing that to us and I never have the opportunity to return the favour. I’m not much for spontaneity. In this instance I planned to be spontaneous). Saturday, pick up a few last things for Easter dinner on Sunday and to get Easter baskets ready for the kids. Sunday a sumptious Easter feast. A relaxing day. Monday the kids and I would pop out to watch some of the other Novice hockey teams in the semi-finals. There a perfect weekend. Man plans …

Thursday afternoon I got a call from my mother – they were taking my aunt to the hospital; she would call when she knew more. I wasn’t surprised. I had commented earlier in the week that since she wasn’t eating (she’d had a second bout of gastro-enteritis) she needed to be in the hospital so they could feed and hydrate her. Just after dinner she called to say that my aunt had a bladder infection that – untreated – had spread to her bloodstream. She had septicemia. Her kidneys were shutting down and they didn’t hold out much hope. Could I come. Off to the hospital I went. Aunty knew me when I arrived – that means a lot. By midnight when she finally got a room she was slipping into a coma that she wouldn’t come out of. She was so very cold. I didn’t think she would last until morning.

On Friday morning they withdrew all drugs. Removed her IVs. Stopped checking her vitals. We sat and waited for her to pass. All day Friday. I left the hospital at midnight. I expected a phone call in the middle of the night telling me it was over. Not my aunt. She was a strong woman. She made it through Saturday and then Sunday.

I hosted a subdued Easter for the family. My parents left my Aunt’s side to join us for a meal (my Dad REALLY needed that I think) and then returned to the hospital (after three days of virtually no change they knew they could leave for a bit). They got back to the hospital at around 9:30; Aunty passed just before 1 am on Monday morning.

It’s an awful thing literally watching someone die. It’s affected me profoundly. I don’t think I realized how much my Aunt’s passing would affect me. She was so strong; so active. I never expected her to be gone so quickly (it’s been 6 months since her stroke and I haven’t really even processed that yet). The last conversation I had with her was about how difficult this was and that I knew it was hard and I was sorry. I know her passing was for the better but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Daniel left early Monday morning for his friend Grant’s funeral in Winnipeg. The funeral was yesterday. He’ll be back sometime tomorrow. I’m kind of trapped here alone because someone needs to watch the kids. Monday was a very odd day. At dinner I brought the kids and all the leftover Easter food (in a prelude to the food avalanche that was yesterday when ALL their friends delivered food) to my parents house so that everyone (Aunts and cousins that were hanging about) could eat.

Yesterday I went to work in a fog and left early. I came home and helped write the obit and the eulogy. Then there was the mechanics of taking care of the kids – who I’ve sorely neglected. Maya had a school project to do today that I helped her through last night but poor Dominic had to remind me that they needed dinner. They happily munched on sandwiches made from leftover ham and leftover crudites but it seemed like a rather pathetic offering to me. I have some leftover lamb for them tonight – a hot meal at least. Thank heavens for my family inherited habit of cooking too much food for holidays.

Today I thought better of going into work. Thus the rumpled clothes and the attempt to find comfort in my empty home. It’s raining today. I like rainy days at home.

So I’m going to finish off a speech I need to have off to my subject matter experts for vetting by noon and then I think I might try to put the house in some kind of order. I also have to get a hold of my brother (who can’t be here through no fault of his own) who is worried about how Dad is handling all this (not well) and assure him that I’m paying attention and trying my best here.

Sigh.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

It's like summer today...

I can't remember an Easter like this. The temperature is something between 15 and 20 degrees warmer than it normally is this time of year. Tomorrow I will risk eternal damnation (eating meat on Good Friday) because I NEED to barbecue (God will understand no?). Loving it!

Monday, March 29, 2010

Perspective

Got home from work on Friday and plunked down on the living room couch to listen to Kamryn practice her piano. Noticed that there was a message on the answering machine. There were actually two – a half message from my mother that made no sense whatsoever (not unusual) and a message from a very close friend in Winnipeg asking that Daniel call her using her husband’s cell phone number. Odd I thought.

It made me a little nervous that she was calling. Daniel and her husband have been friends since they were teenagers, she, like me, doesn’t make the “catch up” phone-calls. If it was something casual the call would come from Grant. Something was wrong. I suggested maybe Grant's dad had passed away. Daniel looked at me like I was brain addled and pointed out that his Dad had died several years ago (I vaguely remembered that). Ooops. Daniel mentioned that Grant had had some health problems of his own lately – irregular heart beat etc. and I remarked that I guess it was time he lost a little weight and started taking better care of himself. NOTHING seemed all that serious.

As the kids and I sat down to dinner, Daniel returned the phone call. He didn’t come into the kitchen when the call was over. My stomach twisted a little. When he did come back in, I casually asked what was up and he replied that Grant was dying. In response to my total confusion Daniel told me Grant had had surgery for a brain tumour discovered after he complained a few weeks ago of sinusitis and that either during the surgery or immediately following he had a stroke and was brain dead. They were waiting for confirmation so that they could donate his organs. Sadly, that confirmation came on Saturday. Grant, an enormous man (he was at least 6'5")with the kindest heart imaginable, was 46. His kids who were the sun and the moon to him are 9 and 13. I can’t get my mind around the fact that he’s gone… at 46… from what two weeks ago he thought was a stubborn case of sinusitis. It doesn’t make sense.

Daniel is a mess. He’s a pretty emotional guy in the first place and his friends are VERY important to him. He doesn’t have many but those he has he’s generally had for LONG time. They have deep history together. He always tells the story about how he met Grant as something that was ordained – he claims he had a dream about it before it happened. Daniel is extremely loyal and so easy to take advantage of because of that. I’m pissed at most of these friends he’s had forever because I’ve seen how they take advantage of him and Daniel never does. Grant never did. He always bent over backwards for him. He was the best of Daniel’s friends in so many ways. It’s so unfair.

I’ve been where Daniel is – losing my bestest of best friends when I was 17. Still I don’t know what to do for him – save keeping the kids from bothering him. I don’t know what helped me – being left alone was what I really wanted at the time but I was a 17 year old girl so pretty much what you’d expect. I also had an enemy to fight which helped a lot as my girlfriend Tammy was killed on a sunny Wednesday afternoon by a drunk driver. My other friends and I threw ourselves into a huge campaign against drunk driving. It helped to have something to focus on. Still, over 20 years later and I had to wipe away a tear remembering.

I’ve provided what logistical support I could – finding a plane ticket was a bear! The memorial is the Tuesday after Easter – there are no airmiles flights available and purchased flights are astronomically expensive. It was a financial hit we didn’t have room to take but its not as if we had a choice. I wanted to go with him but once we saw we had to pay for tickets that decision was taken away from us. Scatter-brained and stressed as I am I managed to book him a ticket this morning but put the ticket in my own name (hopefully the airline is remedying that situation – I called them).

Sigh.

Hug your loved ones and spare a thought or a prayer for “the Boy” (as Daniel referred to him all Friday night as he called each and every one of his friends to share the news) and his family.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Leave my kids alone

Kamryn has swimming lessons on Thursday nights. Daniel has class until 8 or 9 and isn't available to watch Sam so I take him with me. He’s so good during Kamryn’s classes I occasionally find myself wondering about all my other “Sam-worries”. He sits patiently until class is over and follows directions reasonably well as I try to get Kamryn organized both before and after. I think what he really benefits from is being alone – alone he’s a different kid. But back to yesterday …

Lessons have been running for 10 weeks now. Next week is the last week. For the first month or so we used the family bathroom but the showers were broken in there for WEEKS so I just started taking DD into the woman's change room. In the end it’s much is easier: the family change room is has limited space and facilities (you have to line up for everything from showers to a changing booth). The only difference between the family change room and the ladies’ change room are the changing booths. The showers are communal. This is important.

Sam accompanied us last night, as always into the ladies room. The first week we did this I was somewhat concerned about his maleness but really there are no adult ladies changing (if there were I would re-think the practice) when we are using the room there are just children there the oldest being MAYBE eight.

Yesterday, I sat Sam on a chair in the corner and told him not to move; I got Kamryn started in the shower and then popped around the corner to the locker to get her shampoo and conditioner. While there, I bumped into a friend so I was gone a little longer than I intended - say 2 minutes. I get back and Kamryn says something about some lady yelling at Sam. I told her it was nothing and she must have misunderstood (there is another child with the same name as Sam and I just assumed she'd misinterpreted another parent disciplining their own child; because why would any parent have cause to say anything to my child who's sitting on a chair as he was told and minding his own business?) I finished with Kamryn in the shower and we left. It wasn't until we got to the car that I listened properly to what the kids were telling me and got the whole story.

The mother in question was angry because my 5 year old was in the change room while her daughters ( who I’d guess are no more that 5 or 6) were showering/dressing. Her children shower naked, wander aimlessly all over the place, take forever showering and generally annoy me to begin with (there are limited facilities – shower quick and get out of the way so someone else can use the showers). I’ve never said anything or done more than frown inwardly cause hey they are kids and kids will be kids.

What gives her the right to say anything to my children?!? Not to mention it was an ADULT conversation that they had no part of and they were doing nothing wrong whatsoever:

First off Sam’s only 5 (rules say no children of the opposite sex past age 6) and doesn't care that her daughters are naked.

Second, her kids don't have to take their suits off to shower. That’s her personal choice. This isn't a day spa it's a public pool thus the communal shower room (note there is also a communal shower in the family bathroom; no one is expecting nude showering here).

Finally and what really makes me the most mad is that she said NOTHING to me — neither last night nor in the 5 or 6 weeks Kamryn has been showering in the ladies’ shower room and Sam has been sitting in the corner (I'd put him in the locker room but it's got all sorts of nooks and crannies and places for him to hide and get into trouble; it's also got a door to the outside. And if you're worried about him seeing naked girls -- which I'm not -- there is a greater likelihood in the locker room than in the shower.).

What kind of parent attacks LITTLE kids with something that is obviously not of their own doing and waited for their mother to leave to do it. What kind of coward shuts up completely when mom comes back?!? I've got some words for her! I told Kamryn (who told me that she tried to explain to this woman that someone needs to watch Sam and her Dad wasn't available - bless her little heart) that if that ever happens again she is to repeat "I'm sorry you need to talk to my mother; she's right over there." I stopped short of instructing her on what name she should use to address such an individual – but I have a few. There may be some fireworks next week… just saying.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Random thoughts.

This morning I learned that, when motivated, I can make it from my house to the bus stop in just under 3 minutes. That is of course when there is no snow on the ground and I don't have to stick to the pavement. Of course I didn't even run (more of a race walk) and an hour later my chest still feels tight. I tell myself it's my asthma but really I'm just in terrible shape.

The reason I risked a heart attack to catch the bus? I couldn't get out of bed. I lay there after the alarm went off and seriously considered taking a mental health day. And then I was late. Like always... I dragged my butt out of bed and in to work because there is nothing wrong with me. Had a discussion with a good friend the other day on why we are incapable of pretending to be sick. Neither of us could pin it down. We even made a pact to fake sick the day after and take a much needed mental health day. We both were into work the next morning.

What's with American Idol? I watched a PVR'd episode last night and wow have they ever had such a large group of useless singers? Who would buy tickets to see these awful performers (I can't call them singers) on tour?

I took my watch off a couple of days ago because my arm was all hivey. I can't find it now and I NEED to know what time it is every second of the day. I really miss it.

Kamryn really wants to connect with a boy in her class using her Nintendo DSi. I have no idea how to do it. I don't really want to learn. She's terrible insistent and too sweet to ignore.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Silly season is about to end

This coming weekend are hockey playoffs.

Sam – who isn’t advanced enough to have play-offs – has his last practice at 7:am Saturday. Kamryn has a game at 9:00 am and then again at the same time on Sunday and one last game at 5:00 pm Sunday night. Her two Sunday games are at one of the very few arenas not in our immediate neighbourhood. I don’t have much to complain about on average we drive 15 minutes to a game. In this case the drive is about a half hour. Nevertheless, I’m spoilt and it seems a pain. This particular arena is in the middle of absolutely nowhere. We don’t live that far from nowhere! Actually we live extremely close to nowhere but have to drive through somewhere to get to nowhere again. What it means is that we can’t go play the game, grab some lunch, run some errands and then pop back for the last game. It will be a ½ drive out there a ½ drive back x2. An awful waste of time and gas. Four hockey “events.” One weekend – or non-weekend as the case will be. Still… it means that hockey season is almost over. Do the dance of joy!

I had fun this year. I didn’t think I would. I was prepared to hate the other hockey parents. But they were nice – for the most part I liked them. Although I must admit to not connecting very well with the parents on Sam’s team. His team is BIG (so hard to meet people consistently anyways) and the kids on his team… most of them…well… they’re going to be Good (I capitalized the G on purpose) or at least their parents assume they are going to be good. His team are the “top-ranked” (hilarious) 5 year-olds on skates in our district (this means they can skate without falling down… most of the time). Some of the parents are WAY to into hockey for my liking. One kid is the grandson of some hall-of-famer. He is an amazing little hockey player but his mother… she has to learn some humility. Sam isn’t that far behind this kid in skills (and has really caught up as the year progressed) and I’ve managed to keep my hat size down.

Manager Mom has told me that I’m likely in for a ride with Sam as the parents only get worse as the kids get older and the teams more competitive. Ugh! This summer Kamryn is going to do a power skating course to help her improve her skills a little. We purposefully didn’t sign Sam up. I’m considering having his legs casted all summer to further handicap him before Fall skating evaluations. Our goal – two years down the road is for him not to make A hockey. He needs to play B for his parents’ sanity. He’s already too good for C (he plays better than many of the 7 year olds on Kamryn’s team right now).

He is something to watch though. If only I didn’t have to deal with the parents of all the little Sydney Crosby’s out there. I had the chance to go and watch Sam play soccer a few weekends ago (normally I’m tied up with hockey and miss his games). I must say: soccer parents – not much better. I was really surprised. Who knew that athletic talent could make people so catty.

Anyway, I’m so looking forward to having our weekends back. We will drop from Soccer, Hockey and Piano lessons to just Piano lessons. That will last until mid-May when we’ll add in a Saturday morning soccer practice for both kids. Piano lessons should end around that time. It’s going to be heavenly.

I’m hyper critical of over-scheduled kids and we’ve always had strict rules to guard against this descent into insanity. I don’t know how we ended up here.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Hi Anne

Hi everyone else too (honestly, I never really believed more than about 5 people read this blog). Today, I received a comment directing me to read a comment on another blog. Very cryptic; I felt a little like I was on a treasure hunt. The other blog writer over at Pithydithy was writing about anonymity and how we aren't so anonymous and does it matter. Would it freak me out to know that others knew who I was? No not at all. Just depends who.

Many people who read know my real identity. And I don't work very hard here to hide it. In fact, I regularly slip up with the names and am reminded by kind readers. I've often thought that maybe my attempts to be marginally anonymous were a little silly but I perservere mostly for the kids. I moved over here from TLOL Journal site where I kept no secrets whatsoever. I'm a pretty open person face-to-face; it's a character flaw perhaps; not that I think I should be secretive but often I realize that my honesty (read: big mouth) has put me at a disadvantage in certain situations but there is nothing to be done after the fact.

It's pretty rare (Although it does happen. My method of birth-control? Not really a topic for the workplace.) I am marginally more open here.) that I would disclose something here that I wouldn't tell a colleague at work. My take on it is that I'm a pretty boring person and as such have nothing really to hide - in person or on this blog. This horrifies my husband - in person and on the blog - so the anonymity, thin as it is, is also a nod to him. I'm a lot like my mother: Look at me. What you get is what you see. This is me; the real me. Like me or hate me but this is all you get.

Do I share everything - no. I try to stay away from finances, relationship issues and work. Then again those parts of my life could be more boring but it would be hard. Sometimes the omissions are simply because I'm too busy or lazy to write about stuff. Sometimes I write long, detailed and angst filled posts and then delete them because in the end I know I'm not anonymous. It's not that my life is that terrible but when I'm upset I write. I've always done that. It's the origin of this blog - my infertility struggles needed an outlet or I was going to go mad. But sometimes pain has to be private (oh and sometimes I realize that I'm just hormonal and silly!) It's also why I can go weeks and not post anything. To write about happy stuff I need to motivate myself and often I'm too busy being happy to find that motivation.

People I wouldn't want to read this blog (and would likely stop blogging if it were to happen):

The kids' birthfamilies; there are some things I just don't want to "discuss" with them (even if that discussion were one-sided). I can't describe what the adoptive parent/birth parent relationship is like (and each one is different anyways) but I still constantly feel like one does when meeting a new partners' parents for the first time: terrifed that I'll do something to disappoint them or earn their disapproval. I'm not always completely honest with them (mostly to spare their feelings more than anything else) and I don't want to have to deal with that.

My own family. It would just be weird.

Close friends who I see on a regular basis. Again on the weird side. Nothing inherently wrong with it because they know all this stuff anyways but just weird.

Anne, would my stomach have done flip flops if you said you knew me from my blog. Probably a little. In such a situation, I'd be at a real disadvantage because you'd know so much about me and I, well, I'd know nothing about you. But if you read this blog you'd also recognize that I'm terrible at making friends and wouldn't mind another one (unless of course you think I'm a complete kook and to be avoided.)

So ya. Is it nice to be anonymous? Yes. Do I rely on that anonymity? A little. It's nice to be free to speak my mind with few repercussions. Do I count on it? Not really.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Hives - revisited (got some great news!)

So I still have hives - despite my earlier half-hopeful post about them abating. While, they didn't go away entirely they did moderate to a point where I could live with them and they have SLOWLY continued to improve. I'm still itchy enough that when I went into the powder room this morning to check my outfit one last time before leaving for work - Daniel's comment was "one last scratch before you go?"

It turns out (or at least seems that way) that the NuvaRing connection was more a hormonal coincidence and nothing more than that. Three cheers there.

Yesterday (2 1/2 months post appearance of the hives), I finally got in to see the allergist. He gave me an allergy test (something I haven't had done in 20 years or so) and informed me I'm not allergic to anything new. Yay team! He thinks my current "discomfort" is a combination of a virus, my normal allergies and really sensitive skin (my family doctor said as much so three cheers for her too).

The real good news though is that for 41 years I've lived with TWO anaphalactic allergies - tree nuts and seafood/fish. The tree nut allergy is alive and well (boo!) but I had no reaction whatsoever to the seafood/fish allergy. This is huge news. People are pretty careful about nuts. Nuts is an allergy I only had to casually worru about because society did all my worrying for me. That was never the case with my fish allergy. No one ever thinks twice about. Restaurants could be so much of a crap shoot - did they use the same frying for my chicken as they did for someone else's fish and chips? What about that big bowl of chopped crab at Subway sitting right next to the cold meats? Did the Chinese Food take-out take care to keep the spoon they used for shrimp away from the one they used for fried noodles?

This was an allergy so severe that casual contact had put me in the hospital 3 times. I have NEVER eaten seafood. When I was a kid there were two sets of dishes in my seafood loving family's home - my dishes and everyone else's. When my parents cooked fish, I had to leave the house (okay they shouldn't have been cooking it at all but I guess I survived ).

Anyway, my instructions for the doctor are to wait until my current problems subside and then to go ahead and try a SMALL amount. I'm so excited - all sorts of things I want to try. 'Course the doctor laughed and warned me that I might not LIKE fish once I get a chance to try it. I'm just so excited that I can - never thought I would. My mother is dead set against me trying anything whatsoever. Daniel not so adamant but certainly not as happy as I am about the whole prospect. Seriously though - my arm didn't even tingle during the scratch test.

Now if this confounded itching would just stop...

Monday, March 15, 2010

I'm so confused



I don't get it. I know that as Moms (or Dads) we lead pretty busy lives and we want to feed our children nutritous meals quickly. But seriously? Washing, peeling and chopping are that difficult? Seriously? People spend money on this?

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Who needs an expensive spa?

I have to say there is little better than

• a quiet house (kids both asleep; husband studying two floors away)
• comfy yoga pants,
• my favorite T-shirt (that makes me look fatter than I am but that I like anyway!),
• a fluffy duvet,
• a Coke Zero
• some freshly made air popped (not microwave - yuck!) popcorn, and
• some trashy (but first run) TV (in this case Trauma)


It's weird the things that can -- at times -- make you feel priviledged. Or maybe not. We are so spoiled in this country.

Friday, March 05, 2010

So this is how it is to live without real winter

We're entering silly season. Which is insane given that it's the first week of March and normally we have a good four feet of snow on the ground but that's the type of winter we have had. Mildest, calmest winter I can remember... EVER. I'm pretty certain that the kids will be out on their bikes this weekend. Normally that's not really practical until May.

But it's warm (warmish) and sunny and if we still have a snow pack (there will be snow but much of it should have melted) this time next week I will be surprised. People keep cautioning that we could get whacked with a major storm still; but really? We've had ONE major storm this winter (normal count is 5 - 6). The storm was in November I think. The last significant snowfall we had was the beginning of January. I was outside (and quite comfortable) without a coat this week!

So back to silly season ... how to dress the kids. Normally we hit this point in mid to late April. It lasts no longer than a week. We go from frozen tundra to sunny spring over the course of a few days. All the snow melts all the mud goes. I like that. This year it's going to take longer. Conceivably 6 weeks or more (it's warm but not THAT warm). Sam no longer owns rain pants (my cousin took them by accident and never managed to return them). He doesn't have a between season coat. I sent him to school this morning in snow pants and his ski jacket because if not he will come home a soaking mess. He looked like Nanook of the North. I have no doubt he will be uncomfortably warm. I may look for a jacket for him at lunch. Kamryn had a semi-warm spring coat that she wore this morning with the addition of a fleece. She also wore rain pants; over her snow boots.

I hate this time of year (we had the same problem this fall as winter took its sweet time coming). The kids come home over-heated and COVERED in mud. There is no getting around it.

Then again I love it that it's spring in March.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Left Brain 2, Right Brain 0

Woohoo! Lost and Drop Dead Diva. It's easy to stay on the treadmill while watching Drop Dead Diva. Even when your thighs start to hurt.

Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. I can definitely walk while watching Grey's Anatomy. Oh and Survivor!

I've increased the incline to may be tone my buns a little.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Treadmill Potato

I'm a little worried about my level of activity. Or maybe that should read inactivity. I sit at a desk all day. I walk 4 minutes to the bus stop to go to work. On the weekends I stand in various arenas and watch this or that child play hockey. I don't *DO* anything. I'm noticing my flabby self more and more and while vanity isn't enough inspiration to make me do anything drastic about the flab, I'm honestly worried about how unhealthy I am.

I have no excuses. I have the time - oodles of time. The kids go to bed at 8. I'm normally awake until 10:30/11:00. I'm not entertaining my husband who has abandonned me to his studies. I'm lucky if I spent 10 minutes talking with him during the week. We communicate via text message it seems. I no longer do any extra-curriculars because there is no one to watch the children. Daniel took my computer apart to "fix it" three weeks ago and it has gone the way of most Daniel projects. I have accepted that I may never use it again. So I sit by myself or -- more accurately -- lie by myself and watch television. My excuse is that I'm tired at that point in the day. Poppycock!

Yesterday, my right-brain whined about exhaustion while my left-brain forced me to get on with it. I cleaned off the treadmill, re-arranged the TV and took a walk while watching Law and Order. Not bad at all. It wasn't particularly strenuous (it wasn't meant to be) and after 40 minutes I was reluctant to stop BUT, since I haven't exercised in many moons, I thought it prudent not to overdo it. My left-brain will hopefully win the arguement once again this evening and I will walk for the duration of one TV drama. If I'm going to waste time watching TV, I might as well do it on the treadmill. With some determination I could easily walk (or even run!) an hour or two a night.

Go left-brain!