I Digress...

Now that we're on the topic on boogeys...

Let's talk about the Boogeyman.
The who??
You know, the scary man that lived in your closet as a kid and made your nights a living hell.
As long as you stayed in bed and the closet door was shut, you were safe.
If the door was left open even a crack......
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
If you had to get out of bed for any reason...
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

The Boogeyman of my night terrors was made up entirely of....you guessed it -boogies!
Rolled and stacked one on top of another, he resembled a stick man made out of little circles.
I was a disturbed young child!
I can't tell you when I stopped fearing the Boogeyman, I can tell you that he made a lasting impression on me.
To this day I still can't sleep in a room if the cupboard door is open!

As a young adult about to be married, I was visited by another nighttime terror.
I would wake up in the middle of the night and standing at the end of my bed was a man in a black trench coat and a fedora type hat pulled low over his eyes!
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I would wake up screaming the apartment down.
We're luck no one ever called the cops.
My husband-to-be called him "The Commitment Man".
He terrified me for months!

These days, I only dream of Scary-Burglar-Type-Men in the house if I've had too much to drink or if I've taken some cold/flu medicine.
I've waken up in terror as he sneaks up to the side of my bed to slit my throat while I sleep.
AHHHHH!!!!!!!
I really have to lay off the wine!

So, there you have it.
My scary men in my bedroom at night post.
Aren't you proud?? I didn't mention my husband once!!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Sorry, I couldn't resist!

Nose Picker!

My favourite JK/SK teacher had to have a very serious talk with her JK/SK class.
The serious subject: Nose Picking!!
The usual discussion...it's gross! it's dirty! it's disgusting!
The social connotations:...people will think you are gross! people will make fun of you!
If you have kids, I'm sure you know how the conversation goes.

Apparently, one of my favourite JK's spoke up.
-you have to imagine the lisp and the seriousness that only a 4yr old can have.
"You're right Mrs C." he said. "So I only do it a home!"
"But," she replied, "it's still gross at home!"
"I know!!" he agreed with her. "But boogers taste really good!"

Nose Picking: Gross
Eating It : Gross
A 4yr old leaving a teacher speechless: Priceless

I'm a Cheater!

Apparently I cheated on Earth Hour.
My son is convinced!

I sat alone in the dark with a candle glowing.
I sat alone in the dark drinking my beer.
I sat alone in the dark playing games on my iPhone.

Cheater!!
He called me a Cheater!!
He called his own loving mother a Cheater!!
Apparently, I was indirectly using electricity because the iPhone uses electricity to be charged.
Who wrote the rules??
That doesn't seem fair to me!

Rotten kid!
He made me feel like an Earth Hour Cheater!
Next year I want to see the Earth Hour rule book!
Next year, my family is going to stay home with me and entertain me for an hour in the dark!

Alone in the Dark!

Tonight is Earth Hour.

Earth Hour tonight is rather uneventful for me.
Husband and Son #1 are at a Father/Son hockey game.
I'm assuming the lights are on there...otherwise that could be a bit dangerous!
Son #2 is at a BBQ.
Son #3 is at a sleepover.

I'm at home alone.
Alone in the dark.
Do I light a candle, pour a glass of wine and sit in the dark by myself?
That sounds like a load of fun!
Do I go to bed?
I'm tired, but that sounds so boring!
Do I pull the curtains, shut the bedroom doors and watch TV in the dark and hope no on notices?
That's like breaking the rules.....

It's like being out very late at night, alone in your car, at an intersection with no one else in sight, stopped at a red light.
Do you go through the red?
Or do you do the right thing?
Hmmmmm.....
Moral dilemma.

What would you do??

I'm so done!

Challenges are stoopid!

Annie?? She's overrated!

Getting up early? Why??
This 5 day challenge....I'm done with it!

I have a new challenge (one I can do!).
I challenge everyone to go to bed half an hour later than normal.
If you get out of bed late, at least you have an excuse!

So, spread the word!
Let me know if you are going to participate in my challenge and then let me know how you do!

Remember, night-time is fun-time!
Good luck!!

Challenge Stress!

I had a panic this AM waking up for my 5 day challenge!
I had to do it!
I was going to do it!
I'M AWAKE!!
Uh-Oh! Problem...it was 2:30AM.

As I lay there wide awake, I started to worry.
I have to get back to sleep!
If I don't, I won't wake up at 6:15AM.
Sleep! Sleep! Gotta get to sleep!

Worry turned to panic.
Panic turned to stress.
4:00am rolled around.
Eventually, I fell back to sleep.

I didn't make my 6:15AM challenge.
I got up at 7:00am and ran!
I'm tired today.
I'm bitchy today.

I'm starting to think this challenge isn't a good idea.

Stop the negativity!!
Channel Annie:
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always tomorrow.....
I'll keep you posted.

Challenged!

Wow!

I was challenged by that challenge.

The alarm went off at 6:15AM.
I hit snooze......
It was cold at 6:15, the furnace hadn't even turned on yet!
It was dark!
It was early!
I was exhausted!

I hit snooze a few more times.....
I admit, I hit it four times.
Then I lay there in defeat.
I rolled out of bed at 6:58AM.

Not too bad!
I was out of bed before 7:00, I was only 48 minutes behind my goal and I still got the first shower.

In the words of Annie:
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always tomorrow......

I'll try again tomorrow.

Challenge!!

A friend of mine has a great blog that I love to lurk.
She can be found at Embrace Life.

Anyhow, today at the end of her great blog she wrote (and I quote...):
And, if you are like me and have been sliding in under the covers a bit too much lately, join us over at Lifehack and wake up early! It's a 5-day challenge he's proposed, starting Monday morning. For me? At 5AM!

First I laughed 5AM?? HAHAHA! Is she crazy!
But laughter aside, I was curious, so I jumped over to Lifehack and I read.
I have to admit, I like the idea.....
Challenge myself to be an early riser for 5 days.
I can do that!
Now, I'm a lurker, so I'm not about to sign up for anything or link up so they can track me!
But, I will try it on my own.....

First of all, let's reflect on a normal weekday morning....
The alarm usually goes off at 6:40 and I smash it until 7:00ish when panic sets in and I start the day yelling and running.
Wake up! Shower! Eat! Bus! Go!
Does any of this sound familiar??

Tomorrow is the dawn of a new day.
The beginning of my 5 day challenge.
I'm not a crazy person like some, I have no intention of seeing the sun rise.
My goal will not be as lofty (or early!).

My goal is to set the alarm for 6:15AM.
If I can get out of bed by 6:15, I will ride the stationary bike that sits in my bedroom for 20 minutes.
If I can't get out of bed by 6:15 to ride the bike, I will only hit the snooze twice which will have me out of bed by 6:33 and into the shower.
Either way, I win. I get first shower.

I can do this!
I can get out of bed!
I will rise at 6:15!
I am woman hear me snore.... ROAR! I meant roar!

Let the challenge begin!

Sorry....

Sorry.
I can't stay and write today.
The sun is out!!
The sun is hot!!
It's 17 degrees out there!

I'm outside in the sunshine, loving every moment.
I'm not even wearing sunscreen!! GASP!!

It's bee a dull winter.
I need the vitamin D.
I need a little colour for my Casper The Ghost complexion.

I'm loving this sun!
Get outside!!

Wills

We just got back from updating our wills.....
To be honest, it's the first time we have had them made.
So I guess I should say we just got back from signing our wills.

I know, that's irresponsible!
But the decisions that go into them....the biggest-who gets the boys.
Or perhaps...who wants the boys -heh heh!

The scenarios that you have to make decisions about.
If one of dies....
Both of us...
Both of us and one son...
All of us....
Thinking about it gives me goosebumps.
Not that I am worried about dying; but I worry about leaving the boys when they are still boys.

We also had to sign power of attorneys.
No heroics for me.
Pull the plug and move on.....
Sounds morbid eh?

Anyhow, just wanted to put it out there.
Now, if something unexpected happens to me in the next few weeks you'll know to check into it!
Maybe there is a reason my husband wanted them done!
Hmmmm.....

Ignorance is Bliss

Ignorance is bliss.
The Internet sucks.
I'm dying........

I have a belly ache.
So I googled my symptoms.....
googled my medications.......
googled forums with other people talking about the same pains......

The result: I'm dying.
It was easier when I just had a belly ache.
Ignorance was bliss.

With a belly ache I could just go to bed and sleep.
With impending death and doom and gloom I have to get my life in order.
I have a lot of things to do before I die.... a bucket list!!
It's exhausting just to think about how to organize the effort, in fact it's giving me a headache.

I better not google that....it may in fact be a tumor!
Too much information is not a good thing.
Damn Internet!

My belly ache, my headache and I are going to lie down.

Rain

There's nothing worse than a cold, wet, gray, rainy day.
It goes right through you and makes you feel cold and gray.
Time to curl up with tea and a book.
A fire or blanket is needed.
I'm not going out.
This is nasty.

Rain, rain, go away!

Roll Up The Rim

It's Roll Up The Rim to Win Season.
A yearly event that all coffee drinking Canadians look forward to.
Roll up the rim on your Tim Horton's coffee cup to win a car! laptop!
money! coffee! donuts!! Yeehaw!!

So, here's the question of the day.....
If you saw an unrolled, used, discarded coffee cup in the garbage would you pull it out and roll up the rim??
What would get you....... Greed? Excitement? or The Gross Factor?
The gross, germ infested idea that someone's lips had been on the rim???
But wait! What if the plastic cover was open on the opposite side of the roll up.
This would indicate that foreign lips and germs aren't going to be where your thumbs will touch..... would you do it then??

There was controversy one year over a kid who pulled her teacher's cup out of the garbage but then needed to get help to roll up the rim......who was the true winner?? The person who bought the coffee?? The kid who pulled it out of the garbage?? The person who rolled it up??

Roll Up the Rim is a serious time of year.
I hate buying coffee for friends during this season.
If their cup wins....shouldn't I get the prize??
Hmmmmm....

So many moral dilemmas over a cup of coffee.
Happy Rolling!!

Silence is Golden

Bullshit I say!
Whoever came up with 'Silence is Golden' never had laryngitis!

Silence is annoying.
You can't talk to people!
You can't talk to yourself!
You can't laugh out loud!
You can't sing in the shower!
You can't yell at your kids!
You can't get anyone's attention!
You can't read aloud-important if you are a librarian!
You can't order coffee at the drive through window!

It's the coffee that is killing me!
I have to park, get out of the car and get in line.....
Note: in line when someone buds in front of you, you can't say "Hello! I was next!"
No, you just grin and bear it!
Remember to wear mitts so you can give the offending person the finger!

Next, you have to write a note ( I have a pre-written supply in my purse) and hand the cashier the note. This is when things get dicey.....sometimes, they momentarily think you are handing them a stick up note! PANIC!!

Then the fun begins:
1. They hand you your coffee and act like you have the plague-laryngitis isn't fatal!
2. They yell the price at you THAT IS $1.53- I'm silent not deaf!
3. They write the price on the piece of paper for you- Again, silent not deaf!
4. They whisper back.....

Smile and the whole world smiles with you, whisper and the same thing happens!

I'm on day 8 and I don't think I can go much longer!
Voice.....I miss you!

Genius

Someone I admire greatly, posted this on Facebook last week.
So , I watched it....

About this talk: Elizabeth Gilbert muses on the impossible things we expect from artists and geniuses -- and shares the radical idea that, instead of the rare person "being" a genius, all of us "have" a genius.

Now I'm not a huge fan of Ms. Gilbert's book Eat, Pray, Love, however, I liked this talk.

Basically, according to my understanding, she says everyone has a genius outside of themself just waiting for the right moment to show up and do it's part in making your ordinary, extraordinary!
Genius isn't inside some, it's outside of everyone just waiting for the right moment to become a part of your creativity.


I like this idea.....
I like the idea that we all have a genius...
I like the idea that we all have a genius and that my genius is outside of me and may at some time show up and do it's part.
Someday, somehow, somewhere -WOW!- I'm going to create something great!

I believe my genius is male....
I believe my genius is male and it's lost....
I believe my genius is male, it's lost and it won't stop to ask directions on how to find me....

I'm still waiting....
This may take awhile.

Regrets

Regrets....I have a few.

High school typing....now there's a regret!

You see, I can't type.
I'm a four-fingered, hunt and pecker.
I have to watch the keys and have no idea what's going on up on the screen.
I CAN GO AN ENTIRE LINE IN CAP LOCKS BEFORE I LOOK UP AND NOTICE!!
I'm slow and it's painful.

How did I reach this sorry state.
Let's go back, way back, way back to high school.
It was the end of the seventies and I was in high school.
Do I take typing or do I take band class?

My mother, she wanted me to take typing.
But no, I knew better.
I can hear the tone in my voice, that teenage attitude, that know it all self righteousness!
(I was a shitty teenager.....sorry Mom!)
"I am never going to be a secretary!" I proclaimed
"Who needs to type?"

We had computers, I actually took computer programming in high school.
It was an up and coming course.
You created a math equation.
You filled in the bubble cards, sent the stack to the Board of Education and Voila! you would get a print out of your equation with the answers!
Who needed to type when you could fill in bubbles on the computer cards??

No instead of typing I was going to take band class and play my trombone!
Now there's a skill that has taken me far in life!

Who knew that typing would come in handy.....
Regrets.....I have a few.