Showing posts from January, 2010

When babies make babies.

"You do not have to marry him," my mother emphasized as she slammed on the brakes in the middle of the highway on our way to work that morning.

I immediately realized that perhaps winter driving on the highway wasn't the safest moment to tell someone their 16-year-old daughter was pregnant. Safe practices obviously weren't my strong point.

Just weeks before, when I had come home sporting a diamond on my left hand my parents were supportive of my choice of a lifemate - balking at the idea of a January wedding and trying their darndest to encourage us to wait, but supportive none-the-less.

"No, Mom. I want to marry him. That's why I made a baby - not vice versa."

"Well... is January soon enough?" I knew she'd come around to my way of thinking.

Within a week the wedding cake was designed and I had a little white hand knit sweater set. My mom's the best.

That was January 1982.

Tomorrow, the 23rd, is our 28th wedding anniversary. And it's been…

Trading a Jet and Debt for My Soul.

Yeah yeah, I know. It's been 10 days and I said "tomorrow." Didn't your mother ever tell you that tomorrow never comes. ***** Ten years. That was the long term driving plan when I bought my spanky new black diesel Jetta in February 2001. For about a year now, Jed stops in at the Chevy dealer around the corner from our house two or three times a month and gets the latest details on a new car for his mom. I cannot imagine how much the company has invested in promotional material that gets dragged home and sits on my counter for a few days while I endure the obsessive rantings of how great a new Malibu would be. Or a Hummer. Get a Hummer, Mom. It doesn't matter how often I explain there is nothing wrong with my Jetta. I still like it. I put fuel in it every second month and I make no monthly payments. Every time I have this conversation with Jed I get more and more convinced that the 10-year plan was crazy. I am nearing the 9-year mark and started to think that a 15-…

I'll blog tomorrow

This is a handwritten blog.

Seriously, I am going to completely handwrite this entry without touching my keyboard. My new Windows 7 computer arrived today. I have used a Wacom tablet instead of a mouse for a few years now, but this takes it to a whole new level
Above is a screen capture of me using the pen to handwrite the blog entry - I write/print in my terribly messy handwriting and the computer converts it to legible typing and then inserts it when I click on insert. To delete something you just draw a line through it. I know most of you cannot understand how I prefer to use a tablet, and if it weren't for my husband occasionally sharing my computer, I would not even have a mouse attached. But this ... well this is simply amazing. Come for coffee and check it out - I cannot do it justice here on the blog.All that being said - I am overwhelmed by this day and I think I will call it quits and perhaps blog tomorrow about the stress involved in getting a new computer, starting a pho…

The junk drawer gets snippy with me.

Scissors and socks, they say, have a way of just vanishing on their own. I've heard the dryer get blamed for eating at least one of sock from every load of clothes. This used to be frustrating years ago for mothers everywhere as the "sock basket" filled with singles whose mate had disappeared. One could not throw out the singling because, sure as anything, the day you do the mate would wander back into your life.

The only way to avoid this frustration was to buy only one brand of one colour, so all socks matched.

But the current generation has put an end to this crazy frustration by deciding that socks do not have to match. Grabbing any two that don't have holes is considered a pair. Some will even go out of their way to ensure left and right are not identical. I'm a little to old to play this game, however I can see the logic.

Scissors are another story. Where do they go?? Apparently to the back of my junk drawer with all the missing pens.

The said junk drawer had t…

The great 2010 kick-off campout.

I used to have a playpen but I lent it to the kids for Xander a few months ago because they had lent theirs to someone else. They never got theirs back, so I never got mine back.

When we were shopping in Edmonton last month we found this Peapod by Kidco at the e-Children store. It immediately became one of those gotta have items that was surely going to change our lives. We needed to get something for Xander to sleep in at our house (I recently watched him fall off my bed and land on his head - an image that will haunt me for a long time) This gizmo was unusual. It was cool - camouflage. And it folds small and tucks under the bed.

And New Year's eve we had a sleep over to try it out.

As usual, I rocked him to sleep while he held a bottle in one hand and his soother in the other, switching which one he sucked on back and forth every few seconds until finally he pushes the bottle away and falls asleep with the soother.

I carefully dropped to my knees to place the sleeping child in his p…

Rebel without a clue.

I'm pretty excited about my new Canon Rebel camera that arrived this week. I don't really know the first thing about it but I'm excited none-the-less. It's been my theory that if I take a bad photo I can always fix it in Photoshop, but I've decided it's time to do it right.

I managed to get one of the lenses attached and the memory card installed. And I snapped some shots of Xander and Jade. It took a few minutes to figure out how to play back my images. Apparently there was only one image on the card, and this was it:

(click to enlarge this and you can count his eyelashes)

Obviously I was doing something wrong. I had no pictures of Xander and one of Jed's nose.

I'm actually sort of intimidated by this piece of technology for some reason. So I have signed up for Photography for Digital SLRs at LVS-an inexpensive little online learning centre I have taken a few previous 6-week courses with. Classes are only 24 bucks and while you are not likely going to chan…

Well now, that backfired didn't it.

We don't always exchange Christmas gifts with Jim and Barb, but some years we do. This year we did.

A few weeks ago we were sitting in a Chinese restaurant eating off of square white plates. Barb turned to Jim and said, "I want square white dishes."

Knowing that being male, he probably barely even heard her, much less intended on running out to buy them for her, I knew just what I was gonna do.

Two years ago when we got back from our trip across Canada it was my intention to cook a live lobster meal some day. So for my birthday, Barbee gave me a nice set of four seafood dishes: bowls, plates, serving platter etc - all square and white.

Jed moved back home about then and Ken and Jade moved in with us for a couple of months and really I just never had occasion to cook a seafood dinner for four so the beautiful dishes sat, still in the box, on a shelf in the basement. I dusted off the box, wrapped it up and put a pretty ribbon on it.

Maybe Barbee would be more on the ball than I…