I don’t know about you, but I am so done with 2009. I am ready for a fresh start! A new year! It’s time to clean out the closet and start again. I love starting a new year, you have so many hopes, dreams and goals.
2009 was not the best year I’ve ever had. I don’t think it was the worst either. I believe 1994 was the worst year, I lost both grandfathers that year.
Let’s sum up the year:
- Brody started the first grade!
- Evan started kindergarten!
- I did an amazing amount of soul searching and really discovered who I am and what I want in life
- I started a great job
- I finished my Associate’s Degree (I have the diploma to prove it)
- I branched out of myself (and my introvertedness and social awkwardness) and met some amazing new friends
- I stopped lying; to myself, to my children, to everyone (hard to admit I lied, but it’s human nature so I’m told).
- I stopped taking things and people for granted
- My parents visited! Hooray!
- My cat Minnie had a dirty weekend, got pregnant, contracted fleas and completely ruined my entire summer. How, you ask? The fleas that infested Minnie, infested my house and nearly drove me crazy. The kittens were super adorable and all have lovely, lovely homes now.
- I went to Edmonton, Vancouver and Vegas (twice)
- Michael moved out
- My father in law passed away
- The boys spent the summer in Canada getting to know my family
- I experienced some of the darkest days of my entire lift
See what I mean? Not a bad year, not the best year – but definitely a memorable year. I feel blessed to have made progress on my life journey. I’ve discovered the adult version of the girl I once was. A girl I’ve missed terribly for so many years. I’ve regained my inner voice and actually started listening! For once in my life, I have looked in the mirror and actually loved what my body looked like. I am able to laugh at myself and be honest with the people in my life – these two factors have improved my quality of life immensely.
I no longer feel guilty for taking time for myself. I don’t feel guilty for being who I am and doing things I love. I am blessed to have healthy children, a loving family and fabulous friends. Happy New Year – I am wishing you the absolute best for 2010!
For the first time, in my entire life, I am done with Christmas shopping early! I’ve been done for a couple of weeks and I couldn’t be more proud! I’m going to be able to enjoy Christmas Eve rather than fight the crowds at the mall! Beerita’s here I come! I’ve decided egg nog is not worth the calorie intake – so I’m switching my Christmas drink to Margarita’s with half beer (hence beerita).
Brody really cracks me up sometimes… he didn’t want to go see Santa at the mall this year, because “he’s not the real Santa – so what’s the point?” Which led to “Well, he’s a representative of the real Santa and it’s nice to have a picture with him.” Which then progressed into, “Nah… I just don’t want to go.” Ok fine. I’m ok with NOT paying $54 for a Christmas photo with Santa – I’d rather take my own photos anyway!
Over the weekend we watched The Grinch with Jim Carrey (a tradition in my house) and will probably watch A Christmas Story on Friday. Last night the boys and I made paper snowflakes and had 2 video skype calls. I love SKYPE!! It was really cool to be able to see my mom, my neice and nephew with hints of my brother! Although the kids did spend an enormous time calling each other names and sticking their tongues out it turned out to be an awesome call!
Everyone at the house has been sick. I’m just starting to feel better (aka less snotty) and the boys are still dealing with mucous and coughing. Evan is the worst child when he is sick. I told my mom it was like having my dad, my brother and Michael (when they are sick) wrapped up into one little body. I know he doesn’t mean to be cranky, but yesterday he cried for 30 minutes over a piece of paper I threw in the garbage. I finally told him he wasn’t allowed to talk to me about the paper. Then… 20 minutes later he said “I really cared about that paper!” and started to cry again. sigh… It’s times like this when I really appreciate children’s cold medicine! I feel bad for him. As a side note… Evan’s bottom tooth has been hurting and Brody said “you know what’s coming right? it’s gonna fall out!” which made Evan very excited! I told him he’s on his way to becoming a toothless wonder!
Needless to say, the boys are super excited about Christmas. I can’t wait to see their smiling little faces when they open their presents! Happy Holidays everyone!
June came and went – kicking my butt in the process. I started two new classes, dropped my kids off in Canada with their suckers… err grandparents and had an amazing visit with friends and family while I was at it. Coming home was a different story.
During the trip home I managed to see Mom, Dad, Bob, Kristy, Auntie Di, Uncle John, Grandma Z, Grandma M, her boyfriend John, Jennifer, Riley, Harper, Tammy, Trevor, Tylynn (sp?), Taylor, a distant cousin of my mom’s and her two grandkids, Bernadette, David, Michaela (SP?), Ericka, Anastasia, SAM, SAM’s family, Robin, Jenae, Richard, Tracey, Matt, Carter, Brad, Anita, Anat, Raffi, Noah, Eva, and last but NOT least Maya. Sorry if I didn’t get to see you – it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I had an action packed week full of beautiful people! And it made me more homesick than I usually am.
I have an entire summer (give or take) to get the house in order and that is EXACTLY what I am going to do. First and foremost, I need to clean up the horrible clutter and crap that has magically accumulated since moving in in 2001. I want to clean the garage, do some planting in the backyard (or at least plan for the fall), and I want to touch up the paint. I want to hang out with friends and meet new people.
The past couple of weeks have been hard – not only was I physically exhausted, I was mentally pooped as well. Minnie and her babies have been exhausting (I just sighed while saying that). I have 2 kittens adopted out already and am hoping to get the other two into awesome homes as well. They are big now… and fluffy. Fluffy and big.
I was very overwhelmed in June, but things have calmed down. I have decided to make some changes in my life – big Big BIG changes. Those of you who know me – know when I am serious about something and I am SERIOUS about these changes. I need to get my life back on track for my sake and the sake of my boys. I’m going to do what Franklin Covey told me to do, make long term goals and break them up into short term, achievable goals. Then, I’m going to paste those goals on the fridge so they slap me in my face every single day. I love lists, I usually make them – then the list gets a stain from a glass (or beer), it gets soiled when drops of food fall onto it and serves as scratch paper when I’m trying to find out if the pen still works. This way, by pinning the list up ONTO something, it will stay protected. I might even laminate it.
Alright, I think I’m finally ready to update this blog on a regular basis. The last two months of the year really proved to be the hardest in my life. But – with the new year brings change and I am really starting to feel more like myself. More like the person I was prior to being married. I had a great Christmas break, no school and a visit home to see family and friends was exactly what I needed. I start school on Monday and am looking forward to getting this year over (it’s half over so far).
I bought new tiles for the kitchen and a new faucet yesterday. It was an awesome feeling! I’m going to have new countertops put in (hence the tiles). I’ve been busy deep cleaning the house before school starts, I spent 3 hours in the bathroom. Yes, 3! It needed a deep clean, scrubbing and polishing really helps me work through some aggressions! I even recaulked the bathtub! Today, the new faucet will go in and I’m having a friend help me get a quote for new countertops.
Speaking of friends, (man this post is all over today) I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for. I feel so fortunate to have such awesome people in my life.
Okay, Christmas recap – over the break I went to Canada with the boys for Christmas. My brother had been yakking about Rockband since his birthday so I was anxious to give it a whirl. I have never had so MUCH FUN with a video game! I think I might have Carpel Tunnel from playing the guitar on “medium” rather than “easy.” I even sang and played the drums! Mom gave him an extra guitar for Christmas – so that becomes the bass guitar and I played that too! I don’t want to brag… but I did really well! I kept thinking “i could never buy Rockband – my homework would suffer!” Plus, if any of you have seen my house, it’s a little tiny bird’s nest – where would I keep the gear? We bought my brother the 2 guitar stand, he got a mic stand – we went on tour! He and his girlfriend are seasoned professionals at rockband – which was helpful!
The boys had a great time in Canada. It was fricken freezing! The day we got there it was -25 (without the windchill) and hovered around that temp until a couple days before we left. The warmest it got was -11 or so. The weather didn’t stop them from getting bundled up and helping their grandpa around the yard. I was encouraged to “get outside” but I’m a Canadian, I know what it feels like to get outside for an hour in the snow. Ya, no thanks! I was very happy to be inside reading or knitting.
I saw some friends while I was there, I had high hopes for seeing everyone – but it just didn’t work out. I was feeling a tad overwhelmed and unmotivated at times. I needed to veg out and relax. I’m going to try and plan another trip out when it’s warmer (because seriously, holy shit!) and have a big get together with EVERYONE.
I have a lot of plans for the first quarter of 2009. I’m heading to Vancouver to see a girlfriend in January then spending the first weekend of February with a girlfriend in Vegas. I might have plans to return to Vegas at the end of Feb, but I’ll have to see. I do want to head some place warm – but again, I’ll have to see. I’m hoping to use my work bonus for a proper vacation to a spot with sun. Anyone interested in coming with?
In general, my life is getting better. I’ve been eating on a regular basis again (thanks Mom!) and have thought about attending yoga on a regular basis (the last class I took kicked my ASS). I have positive thoughts for the future and am looking forward to the future. so YAY!!
I am not, however, looking forward to going back to work on Monday after being off for the past two weeks. ACK!
Recently, at the office, we were speaking of Christmas traditions. When I lived with my parents, our tradition was that we opened our gifts on Christmas Eve. It made sense for everyone and as we got older, allowed us to visit friends on Christmas Day. I loved it and would love to carry on the tradition in my house, but the boys love Santa and waking up on Christmas morning – so I think that will have to wait.
One year, my parents attended a christmas party at a hotel; we decided to stay the night, that way our parents could check on us and we could order room service, play in the pool, and watch movies. That year was the first year we had ever seen “A Christmas Story.” From that point on, every Holiday season would mean watching A Christmas Story (ACS) at least once. More often though, we watched it two or three times.
I have started that tradition in my own house and I’m pleased to see the boys love the movie as much as Michael and I do. They love watching Randy get wrapped up in the 4 yard scarf, they love watching Ralphie eat soap. Michael and I especially enjoy the narrator. We love his comments, especially: “In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that, as far as we know, is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.” There isn’t one single part of that movie that I don’t enjoy.
We have even coined “sons of bitches” in our everyday language (Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!). Those words go well with Whiskey Tango (code for white trash) that when we have our friends “the hippies” over, that statement is said at least 3 or 4 times. We play Uno with the hippies and it’s a vicious game. Thanks to a Christmas Story – we have a swear word that can be said quickly, under our breath, without the children hearing it.
Now, we could have come up with different (more christmas minded) traditions. Like stringing Cranberries for garland or making ornaments. But the movie, well it just puts everyone in the mood for christmas. We all want a Red Rider BB gun under the tree. So in honour of our tradition… a few more of my favorite quotes from ACS:
“Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. Though my personal preference was for Lux, I found that Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor – heavy, but with a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand… YECCHH!”
“Strange. Even something as momentous as the Scut Farkus affair, which it came to be known, was pushed out of my mind as I struggled to come up with a way out of the impenetrable BB gun web, in which my mother had me trapped.”
“The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone! No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey salad! No turkey gravy! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or gallons of turkey soup! Gone, ALL GONE! “
Man, I am in a mood lately. It’s actually a combination of several moods. I am bored out of my mind. I am anticipating the holidays which leaves me with a sense of impending doom. I am stressed out. To the max. yo.
I am trying to get several items knitted before Christmas, I have promised two pairs of slippers this week (it’s for a good cause). Then I have two more pairs for my neice and nephew in Canada – which means I’ll need to head to the yarn shop. I have all colors of wool, except PINK. Any self respecting three year old girl needs pink slippers. With fuzzy stuff. I love knitting for Harper – it’s so much fun! Plus, I want to make the girls (Briana, Grace, Bridget, and Harper) these cute little leggings. They are adorable! I do love shopping for yarn and finished projects are awesome too.
Anyway, although I love knitting – I set myself up for the impossible and then stress out completely. Last year, I was going to make 9 felted fish for our neices and nephews. I did 3. See what I mean?
For some reason, I find myself bored out of my skull. I have tons to do (trust me) so why am I bored? I have no clue. I can’t even muster up an idea for dinner! Michael will ask me about dinner and I’ll sit staring off into space, with drool coming out of my mouth.
I’m not going to go on about the holidays, we all know how much I dread them. While I was growing up, I was sick every Christmas. Usually throwing up or in bed with the WORST tummy ache. I am a mommy now and I’m excited for the boys, I just don’t know why I dread the holidays as much as I do. sigh. We have decided that we are keeping things super simple this year. The boys are getting 2 presents from us and 1 from Santa. I won’t buy clothes for Christmas, I hated it – I don’t expect my children to like it either. But I will stuff their stockings with stockings and underwear. It’s a tradition!
Michael and I are not exchanging gifts. We live in the times that if you want something – you just go get it. I’d rather he get us something that we need for the house. Like a new TV! We took the plunge and added an extra TV. I don’t need to watch cartoons all evening anymore! I can actually watch an adult show… like the news! Anyone who knows me knows I don’t watch the news – but it’s important to have options! We love the TV, it’s taken away so much drama from our family! Anyway, I might stuff Michael’s stocking with something – but he reads this… so maybe I won’t!
Whatever is going on, I just want it to be over! I’m tired of feeling this dread. bah
We had everyone over to our house for Thanksgiving. It’s always been Michael’s dream to host the holidays – he is a social butterfly. I, on the other hand, like to remain inside a deep dark cavern watching old movies.
I agreed to host (and cook for) Thanksgiving because it means so much to him. As we all know, I dislike the holidays with a passion – plus, Thanksgiving for me was in October. Anyway, we had 22 people over. If you’ve seen my house, you are probably wondering where we put them all. Thankfully, it was about 75 that day – so people gathered on the deck. This is always stressful, because I don’t do well with crowds – especially at my house.
Michael’s brother dropped off a turkey earlier in the week. It was about 25 lbs or so. I let it thaw, brined it, season it, stuffed it and stuck it in the oven. Five and a half hours later – the damn thing still wasn’t cooked. Apparently, you aren’t supposed to stuff a turkey that big. Who knew? This was my first turkey and the gravy sucked! I was so disappointed with the way the food turned out. All the side dishes burned because they were on the BBQ keeping warm and not one person (including me) remembered to check on them. The dessert was good though!
Apparently, I was the only one who was stressing about the turkey not cooking. No one else really cared. Next year, we’re having tri-tip and baked potatoes. That’s IF I agree to another thanksgiving.
Ah Halloween, how I have come to hate you with a deep fiery passion! I hate you more than okra (double blech). It’s not even a real holiday, which we all know a real holiday includes a roasted turkey with mashed potatoes (and good god don’t forget the gravy).
There are several things that I do like about Halloween. I love giving out the candy to all the kids that stop by. I love the excitement of rummaging through the pillow sack full of candies to see what everyone got. I love getting dressed up in a home made costume and taking on a completely different attitude.
I absolutely cannot stand having to give candy to the 15 year old from down the street. (Well-known fact: Unless you are escorting little kids, you should not be trick or treating at 15. If you are escorting, you can have all the candy you want.) I also hate answering the door after our porch light is out. That is the universal sign that we are OUT of candy, or too busy eating the remaining candy while watching Soup on E!
My worst pet peeve… is having to buy the costume and having to buy it early. Remember when we were kids? You made your costume. You sewed (or glued) for weeks! You searched drawers for the perfect button and modeled face paint for weeks! Kids nowadays! (prepare yourself for a “when I was your age” speech). I went as a table one year.. complete with table settings and a table cloth! Do you know how hard it was to ring the doorbell with your head stuck in a 5 foot (across) piece of cardboard? It was hard! My arms aren’t that long!
We went to Target last night to get a book for Brody’s Leap Pad. He loves that thing and I thought it was time for a NEW book (read: mommy can only take scooby doo for so long). We get to Target and of course while I’m there I might as well get cereal, sandwich bags, freezer bags, and storage zip loc bags. We get to the toy area and they have NO books. I was making my way out of the store (as quick as possible) and we had to walk right through the Halloween decorations. Come on! Give me a break over here! I’ve got two kids that I successfully managed to get OUT of the toy department without an incident and now they expect me to make it through halloween decorations, costumes, AND candy? Who do they think they are?
Both boys are with me and want to stop. We found Brody’s costume, but Evan wanted to be Spiderman – the only Spiderman costume they had was missing the hood. I know he won’t wear the hood, but what about the kid I pass it down to? Will they want the hood? Probably. Brody wanted to go as Garth Vader so of course, he’d need a lifesaver (not light saber). If Brody got a lifesaver, well, then Evan needs a lifesaver as well – because with two boys – one cannot be without something the other has. Even though Evan wasn’t going as a STAR WARS character, he still needed the lifesaver.
Brody decided on being a Clone Trooper. I had to call his dad to figure out if that deserved a red lifesaver or a blue lifesaver. He didn’t know either, but Brody wanted Garth’s lifesaver. Now comes the real issue… Brody will want to wear this costume everyday until Halloween. Then he’ll want a new costume for Halloween because he’ll have either wrecked his costume or lost all the “pieces” that come with it.
As we were walking IN to Target there was a 3 year old boy with his mom and he was walking out in a Spiderman costume. I know she goes through the same thing as I do. Comforting? Yes. Helpful? No.
We got home last night and I didn’t mention anything about the costume. It was in my plan all along to just forget that it even existed. In fact, the minute I walked in, I made sure that I started talking to Michael immediately and the focus was taken off of the costumes. The boys went to bed and those costumes went into hiding. They will stay in hiding until Halloween arrives and not a minute sooner!
Knowing Brody, he’ll break me down. He’ll work me until I’m mush and I’ll give in. Michael gives me 3 days tops.