This will not be a Michael Jackson post. Nor a Farrah post. And yes, I'm still alive.
We had a wee bought of maladie at this end, folllowed by a larger bout of construction (three walls to be exact). Followed by end of school activities, a CPR assessment, more school (professional development for me), a weekend out of the province (not that big a deal, it was to get my fill of guilt visiting the mothership at the cottage).
I had been meaning to post about all those things, but I was a bit disconnected for a while (see second subject in second paragraph.) Kind of hard to do bloggy stuff when your computer is scattered across three rooms.
How have you all been?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
You know you've got a bad case of insomnia when ...
or, it's 4 o'clock and all is well ...
You know you've got a bad case of insomnia when ...
You know you've got a bad case of insomnia when ...
- you willingly scoop the cat box at 3:30 in the morning, just to have something to do
- you decide that 3:35 a.m. is a reasonable time to start tackling the mountain of laundry you've been eye balling for the past week
- you're contemplating doing gardening work, but don't because a) you might wake up the neighbhors, and b) it seems a bit creepy poking around in the garden at 3:45 in the morning\
- you make to do lists for the day that you know are going to be impossible to complete because of the fatigue that is bound to set in, ... and you do it any way
- you've been absent from regularly posting to your blog and you're posting at 4 in the morning!
Monday, June 08, 2009
The end of the world as I know it
Spent the weekend tending to Child Unit #1 who has a suspected case of pig flu. That part wasn't bad. The reintegration of food into a stomach that hadn't seen anything for the better part of a few days - now that was bad. Add divadom on top of that. I heart sleep, even in those stolen moments in the washroom, though the creases on my face are a bit hard to explain.
Though I'm not in full-blown panic (I might very well be in another hour or so), I write my French grammar exam for the third time tomorrow. This time I think things have stuck. Or something has shifted, (or it's the cold and flu medication,) 'cause I'm doing much better on my practice exams. Let's see if we can apply it tomorrow morning at 8:15 a.m.
Tomorrow is also Child Unit #2's birthday. She'll be 11. My baby. My former angry baby is 11. She's a lot less angry and is probably my favorite blue-eyed daughter. Lots of talent. Lots of patience. Lots of gerbils running upstairs. She's going to do something pretty darned interesting in this life time - write stories, help little old men cross the street, sing at the National Arts Centre (she's already done that one). You go girl.
So, her ice cream cake and gravy is ready to go for dessert. She's already received one of her birthday presents. (I think that makes it WebKinz #53 or #54 - hey she gets them from her friends for presents too!) She'll get a bit more attention at school tomorrow, then some more from us. It'll be a nice day. A good day for her. Maybe I'll stop by the liquor store after we get her birthday pictures for a bottle of Dan Acroyd's label. I'll freaking need it after the last couple of weeks I had.
For any of you who happen to be looking for an update to the Gallery side of things. It's coming; it's just really really really late. So late that it might be July by the time I get things up. In the mean time, swing by for tea or walk around the parameters of the house. Though the garden hasn't got any attention this year (no seeds have made it to ground yet), I am starting a public art display.
BTW - for any of you in my area that are looking for a cool way to volunteer, Nat is looking for some road supervisors for the upcoming race in July.
Though I'm not in full-blown panic (I might very well be in another hour or so), I write my French grammar exam for the third time tomorrow. This time I think things have stuck. Or something has shifted, (or it's the cold and flu medication,) 'cause I'm doing much better on my practice exams. Let's see if we can apply it tomorrow morning at 8:15 a.m.
Tomorrow is also Child Unit #2's birthday. She'll be 11. My baby. My former angry baby is 11. She's a lot less angry and is probably my favorite blue-eyed daughter. Lots of talent. Lots of patience. Lots of gerbils running upstairs. She's going to do something pretty darned interesting in this life time - write stories, help little old men cross the street, sing at the National Arts Centre (she's already done that one). You go girl.
So, her ice cream cake and gravy is ready to go for dessert. She's already received one of her birthday presents. (I think that makes it WebKinz #53 or #54 - hey she gets them from her friends for presents too!) She'll get a bit more attention at school tomorrow, then some more from us. It'll be a nice day. A good day for her. Maybe I'll stop by the liquor store after we get her birthday pictures for a bottle of Dan Acroyd's label. I'll freaking need it after the last couple of weeks I had.
For any of you who happen to be looking for an update to the Gallery side of things. It's coming; it's just really really really late. So late that it might be July by the time I get things up. In the mean time, swing by for tea or walk around the parameters of the house. Though the garden hasn't got any attention this year (no seeds have made it to ground yet), I am starting a public art display.
BTW - for any of you in my area that are looking for a cool way to volunteer, Nat is looking for some road supervisors for the upcoming race in July.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Apparently I am falling off the end of the world
Or so it feels like.
I'd like to blame it on having to prepare and write for my third wack at French grammar exams. It's a deficit. It's my huge deficit. Alas, it's not the only one.
End of year stuff has got me a bit tied in knots. Three of my kids only have three weeks of school left. On one side, that's very good. On the other, I need to come up with a transition plan for the one who needs it to reduce anxiety. It's going to be a bad September. I'm just saying.
I also have the change of the month kind of things. I'm behind posting the new exhibition on the Kitchen Wall. Physically it's there, virtually (on-line) it isn't. Maybe I can get my act together tonight after the Arts Committee meeting. Though there's also getting ready for The 'Burg's Best Bargins sale this weekend. (An attempt, though albeit a bit of a weak one of trying to give the Great Glebe Garage Sale a run for its money.)
I think things would be a hell of a lot better if I could throw open the windows and not feel like I have to put a polar fleece on (thank small gawds for that invention though!).
Or maybe I just need a clone. I've got another friend working on that. She said she'd ordered hers. I'm waiting to find out where she got it, and if she likes the model. I might just request a clone of hers if everything works out.
I'd like to blame it on having to prepare and write for my third wack at French grammar exams. It's a deficit. It's my huge deficit. Alas, it's not the only one.
End of year stuff has got me a bit tied in knots. Three of my kids only have three weeks of school left. On one side, that's very good. On the other, I need to come up with a transition plan for the one who needs it to reduce anxiety. It's going to be a bad September. I'm just saying.
I also have the change of the month kind of things. I'm behind posting the new exhibition on the Kitchen Wall. Physically it's there, virtually (on-line) it isn't. Maybe I can get my act together tonight after the Arts Committee meeting. Though there's also getting ready for The 'Burg's Best Bargins sale this weekend. (An attempt, though albeit a bit of a weak one of trying to give the Great Glebe Garage Sale a run for its money.)
I think things would be a hell of a lot better if I could throw open the windows and not feel like I have to put a polar fleece on (thank small gawds for that invention though!).
Or maybe I just need a clone. I've got another friend working on that. She said she'd ordered hers. I'm waiting to find out where she got it, and if she likes the model. I might just request a clone of hers if everything works out.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
It helps if you remember your password
So life is in full swing. The last few weeks have been running, running, running. Few fatalities, except for reformatting a memory stick that had some information that's not replaceable. Ugh and oh well.
But things are going to get quieter, maybe.
All I need now is some sleep.
For the last couple of weeks, sleep has been fleeting. We made it past the wild weekend of people traffic.
Friday night was pizza night and we fed, oh, about 28 people. Fun. Entertaining. No biggy. Looking forward to the next one too.
Saturday was a bigger then life day though. Not one, but two birthday parties. Child Unit 3 was first up to bat with a handful of five year olds. A home based party was held. It was good. Easy. Incredibly easy. Too easy.
With a one hour break, most of the kidlets were picked up except for one. Again, no biggy, except that this child was feeling the affects of not seeing his parental units for 24 hours.
The hour of respite passed quickly and the second wave of older kids came through. Eight girls were shuttled into the upper regions of the house, with their personal items and gifts for the birthday girl. Giggling ensued while they realized we'd kept the surprise party a secret from Child-Unit 2.
We all went off to the artistic activity. Coordinated the drop-off of Cu-2. And SURPRISE!
It was a beautiful thing.
We trucked back through the hood. Upon hitting the door, I was confronted by The Huz who's temple veins were throbbing. He was ready to skin some children.
As the lore that will be told in the future goes, one of the "little people" got into the guests' room and TRASHED it. And I mean trashed it. It was a neighbor who spotted one of the kids smearing something white (turned out to be yoghurt) on the window. Gifts were open, nothing was left untouched.
That wasn't pretty.
Funny though, it's like the universe was conspiring; I was totally calm, with a real laissez-faire attitude. What should have been a screaming match turned out to be manageable, no big deal, particularly in the face of nine potentially hysterical kids. We made it through. All was good.
It's got to be one of the weirdest events that's happened to me. I'm never calm, at least not like that.
Good stuff that I was back to normal my Monday!
But things are going to get quieter, maybe.
All I need now is some sleep.
For the last couple of weeks, sleep has been fleeting. We made it past the wild weekend of people traffic.
Friday night was pizza night and we fed, oh, about 28 people. Fun. Entertaining. No biggy. Looking forward to the next one too.
Saturday was a bigger then life day though. Not one, but two birthday parties. Child Unit 3 was first up to bat with a handful of five year olds. A home based party was held. It was good. Easy. Incredibly easy. Too easy.
With a one hour break, most of the kidlets were picked up except for one. Again, no biggy, except that this child was feeling the affects of not seeing his parental units for 24 hours.
The hour of respite passed quickly and the second wave of older kids came through. Eight girls were shuttled into the upper regions of the house, with their personal items and gifts for the birthday girl. Giggling ensued while they realized we'd kept the surprise party a secret from Child-Unit 2.
We all went off to the artistic activity. Coordinated the drop-off of Cu-2. And SURPRISE!
It was a beautiful thing.
We trucked back through the hood. Upon hitting the door, I was confronted by The Huz who's temple veins were throbbing. He was ready to skin some children.
As the lore that will be told in the future goes, one of the "little people" got into the guests' room and TRASHED it. And I mean trashed it. It was a neighbor who spotted one of the kids smearing something white (turned out to be yoghurt) on the window. Gifts were open, nothing was left untouched.
That wasn't pretty.
Funny though, it's like the universe was conspiring; I was totally calm, with a real laissez-faire attitude. What should have been a screaming match turned out to be manageable, no big deal, particularly in the face of nine potentially hysterical kids. We made it through. All was good.
It's got to be one of the weirdest events that's happened to me. I'm never calm, at least not like that.
Good stuff that I was back to normal my Monday!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Long weekends
Long weekends are just opportunities for me to do a bit more work, but taking it in a different direction.
This weekend was good for that. First there was the intervention where two girl friends and I went for breakfast, followed by several hours of torture, but fun torture, if bra shopping can be called fun. I'd never been sized (apparently it's not much more then I dreamed about), and hadn't had that much attention given to my frontal apparitions EVER. It was interesting.
As the klingons were out at the cottage with The Huz, I had part of the afternoon to myself. So I goofed off, folded laundry, and watched home shows until my shift at the Great Canadian Theatre Company for a Third Wall production of Henry V. OMGoodness, what a fantastic production. Their use of lighting, sets and movement. Wow. If you're in the 'hood and get the chance ... GO! Fan-freaking-tastic.
I got a late late pick-up from The Huz and got trucked out to cottage country where life is slower and people are a lot more relaxed. Well, all except for me, which the mothership regularly pointed out. (Mind you my stress level may have been a bit high as she held back for a full 20 minutes before deciding to pick at me. Thanks Mom. That just might be a record!)
Sunday was spent on photographing other artist's work to get ready for a show I'm organizing for the long weekend in August. It was a working weekend, which, I have to say to some degree, I enjoy.
For fear of turning this blog entry too much into an itinerary (again, thanks to Mom for claiming all my conversations turn out like those with her ex-husband (my bio-father) - an itinerary, I'll say that Monday was not a day of running around after artists (just because they'd not shown up in the community yet to open their cottages ;-). Instead, I stormed out of the house a couple of times because, in trying to have a conversation with The Huz, I had to field getting advice about my body language and word choice from interested parties who shall remain nameless.
A funny anticdote for those who know of some of the trials we've been having with CU-4 ... the child who never sleeps: I took him out with me on a long long walk, to tire him out. The Huz decided he needed to follow me, for what ever reason (I think it has something to do with him watching A Street Car Named Desire one too many times). So we're walking along, with CU-4 between us who stopped chattering a long time ago. The kid is walking and sleeping at the same time. How do I know this? His eyes are closed, and, when we get back to the landing pad, and tuck him into a cozy bed, he's up 10 minutes later.
Man. I'm buying cheaper replacement batteries for this kid next time.
This weekend was good for that. First there was the intervention where two girl friends and I went for breakfast, followed by several hours of torture, but fun torture, if bra shopping can be called fun. I'd never been sized (apparently it's not much more then I dreamed about), and hadn't had that much attention given to my frontal apparitions EVER. It was interesting.
As the klingons were out at the cottage with The Huz, I had part of the afternoon to myself. So I goofed off, folded laundry, and watched home shows until my shift at the Great Canadian Theatre Company for a Third Wall production of Henry V. OMGoodness, what a fantastic production. Their use of lighting, sets and movement. Wow. If you're in the 'hood and get the chance ... GO! Fan-freaking-tastic.
I got a late late pick-up from The Huz and got trucked out to cottage country where life is slower and people are a lot more relaxed. Well, all except for me, which the mothership regularly pointed out. (Mind you my stress level may have been a bit high as she held back for a full 20 minutes before deciding to pick at me. Thanks Mom. That just might be a record!)
Sunday was spent on photographing other artist's work to get ready for a show I'm organizing for the long weekend in August. It was a working weekend, which, I have to say to some degree, I enjoy.
For fear of turning this blog entry too much into an itinerary (again, thanks to Mom for claiming all my conversations turn out like those with her ex-husband (my bio-father) - an itinerary, I'll say that Monday was not a day of running around after artists (just because they'd not shown up in the community yet to open their cottages ;-). Instead, I stormed out of the house a couple of times because, in trying to have a conversation with The Huz, I had to field getting advice about my body language and word choice from interested parties who shall remain nameless.
A funny anticdote for those who know of some of the trials we've been having with CU-4 ... the child who never sleeps: I took him out with me on a long long walk, to tire him out. The Huz decided he needed to follow me, for what ever reason (I think it has something to do with him watching A Street Car Named Desire one too many times). So we're walking along, with CU-4 between us who stopped chattering a long time ago. The kid is walking and sleeping at the same time. How do I know this? His eyes are closed, and, when we get back to the landing pad, and tuck him into a cozy bed, he's up 10 minutes later.
Man. I'm buying cheaper replacement batteries for this kid next time.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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