Archive for November, 2007

Why I’m glad the dog can’t write to Santa

Santa comes to all the pets in the house. The jolly old soul will leave a little treat for the hamsters, fish, frogs and dogs. Nothing big… just a wee treat.

So the other day, quite by accident and while following a link, I found myself browsing through a website for pet supplies. And I was quite suprised to find this. A stroller. For dogs.

I’m sorry… but who invents a “dog stroller???” Who is sitting around their kitchen table one day and thinks to themself, “Self… don’t you think the dog is looking a little lean and healthy? Perhaps Fluffy is getting too much exercise. Perhaps I should make myself useful by creating a device that will allow him to get no exercise on our daily walks whatsoever. And then maybe I’ll market it so that other pets in the nation can get less exercise too! Dang, I’m brilliant!”

Really… am I missing something?


I Blew It

Well, on Saturday I worked Job2 then went to help my parents and got home at 1am. Drat. Too late to post and pretty much ended my successfully completing NaBloPoMo. One of the possible prizes was even a sock monkey. There’s always next year, I suppose.

To all those still in the race, keep at it! I love reading recent updates and musings.

Recalling Christmas

I have only barely begun Christmas shopping and it is stressing me out. To date I have purchased two things. Small things.

I was pondering today how so much of what I am looking for (and can not find at the moment) is electronic. I remember when I was a kid (and dinosaurs roamed the earth) when Monopoly only had cash… colourful paper money (kind of like Canadian currency in that respect I suppose), and Battleship had little peg boats you put on a grid. Now you can get the same games that run on batteries. You can swipe a card in Monopoly, and G*d knows what the Battleship thing does. Or games no longer have dice and little coloured plastic “men” but are handheld beepy things or computerized gizmos.

Remember Toss Across? Oh how I longed for one of those. No beeps. No batteries. Just beanbags. I never got it. And I think I still want one, though I’m not sure why.

And while I was thinking about old toys, I started searching my memory banks for things that I actually recall getting for Christmas when I was little. In no particular order, and definitely not all in the same Christmas, some of the things I remember are:
– Christmas colouring books (my mom would always colour at least one picture with me in my new book)
– A doll outfit, which by incredibly great planning by Santa, was an exact match to a shirt my mother had made for me
– An Etch-A-Sketch, and,
– A Spiro-graph.
(Each toy I would subsequently spend hours and hours with).

I also recall one particular Christmas, not so very long ago, I had no money and the girls and I made everyone on our list Bread Dough ornaments. We made the dough, sculpted our treasures (each one something particularly important to the recipient), and we painted, varnished, and wrapped them together. To this day Rainbow and Dolittle still talk about that project and would love to do it again.

For the most part, I don’t recall the things themselves when it comes to the Christmases of my childhood. But I recall the excitement… the palatable anticipation of the wonders the morning would bring, and the little flashbulb moments of togetherness. I think that is important for me to remember as the holiday draws nearer, and the budget draws tighter. While I realize the unwrapping is part of the anticipation factor, Christmas for my girls is probably only in small part about the exact stuff the extra hours I work might yield. It is just as important to carve out those moments that will endure years from now, when the batteries are dead and the toy is discarded. It will be the ornaments we make, and the cookies we bake, and the traditions we create that will most likely become their Christmas memories.

Of course, on the other hand, I am still bitter about that Toss Across thing.

ABC Meme

Ive been tagged by One Feather Tail to participate in the ABC Meme…

…List a word that describes you for every letter of the alphabet. Offer as much or as little explanation as you wish. Please keep the words positive (for example, don’t use “fat” for F or “lame” for L), and feel free to get creative. Tag as many or as few people as you wish. Link back to your tagger and forward to your taggees.

26 positive adjectives may be my biggest Nablopomo task yet, but here goes:

A: August Mom

B: Blogger

C: Calm

D: Desiring more

E: Exhausted

F: Focussed

G: Giving

H: Hard-working

I: Imaginative

J: Just a little silly

K: Kind

L: Little Engine That Could

M: Mom

N: NaNoWriMo loser

O: Observer

P: Patient

Q: Quite boggled at a Q adjective

R: Reserved

S: Sock Girl

T: Thankful

U: Unilingual

V: Vertically challenged

W: Would like to write more

X: Xmas Stress Already

Y: Younger than dirt; older than my teeth

Z: Zoo lover

I tag: Trees, Flowers, Birds; Calvin; Mom of 4K; and anyone who would like to


I am surprised at how many people have visited this blog recently looking for information on how to write a Christmas list. Almost as many people as seek information on Thanksgiving Socks. Really, folks, the best I can do is tell you what you can get me for gifts this Christmas… I really can’t advise on gifts for others (although I hear 32 rubber ducks is popular).

So, let me see if I can help you out…

I’d like one of these:

And one of these:

And this is nice too:

Just trying to help.

5 Things I Could Live Without

1. Gum — I’ve already ranted about how I can not stand gum smacking, but really… what genius decided that there should be a food that you weren’t supposed to swallow?

2. Control-top Panty-hose — Sure, there are times in a person’s life when it probably looks more attractive to be squeezed from mid thigh to waste… probably… but how attractive is it really if that squeeze makes you skrunch up your face in discomfort?

3. Turnip — OMG… as if the entire vegetable class weren’t bad enough, but to throw turnip among them! I’ll pass thanks.

4. Muttering — you know when people mutter something just under their breath and you can hear it perfectly well but it wasn’t really said out loud? It makes me crazy. If you have something to say, say it. If you shouldn’t say it, or don’t want to say it, don’t say at all. But to half say it really just irks me to no end.

5. Cashiers Who Ask You Things They Have No Intention Of Doing Anything About — There is one grocery store in town that will always ask you “Did you find everything you were looking for today?” and do you know what they do if you say “No I didn’t”? They keep ringing in your order as if they hadn’t asked. Drives. Me. Nuts. In my opinion the cashier might as well have been muttering. Do not ask me if I found everything if you aren’t prepared to do something about it if I haven’t. It will save us both time, effort, and aggravation.


Guess what was delivered to my house tonight?


It turns out Job2 did get me a cake (black forest), but I had taken the weekend off to attend a conference so I wasn’t there to get it.

And as luck would have it, I’m the only one in the house that likes black forest cake.

So come on over folks! And bring your party hats!

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