What's a girl to do? Build a railway, that's what.

I got my very first "come get your kid" call from the daycare today. The rest of the conversation concerned the fluid loss that he was evidently experiencing via various channels. Gross.

So, yeah poor baby. Except that I got there and he was all "hey momma, wanna play choo-choo and eat some pizza, then maybe pretend not to assault the cat???". And I was all "ummm, WTF?". I left work for a happy, playful baby. Now don't get me wrong, I like him, I REALLY like him. Yeah ok, I love him. But really? Can we panic more? I guess I neglected to mention that Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease is in his daycare room. Oh joy.

So whatever, we played, watched 3 straight hours of Thomas. THAT was fun. I fed his happy little self and forced him to take a nap. Then I assembled his railway system on two gigantic boards, thankfully he has a playroom to house this thing. I still have to paint it and accessorize (mountains, houses and various other things), but otherwise I've been productive.

I suppose I busied myself to distract from the fact that my workload is relatively nuts right now, I have FAR TOO MUCH TO DO to be sitting here staring at a roll of astro turf and various miniature farm animals. So, the plan is to make my husband get up after 6 hours of sleep (It's his "Friday" coming off nights) and go back to work until the computer shuts downI think about 7pm, and considering I was already planning a late night tomorrow, I think I'll just bring a sleeping bag.

www.thefrankfactor.com

Love it.

Venting-Just like the newspaper

I'm done with my short hair. It sucks. It annoys me. It requires complete blow drying. I'm growing it out.

Why does Halloween automaticallly equate to skanky costumes? It's lame.

Don't tell someone to do whatever they like, then complain when they do.

Sucks to be an Oilers fan, since the Canucks whooped their asses last night.

Is there any sort of non-edible crayon? Even the twistables are snack worthy.

I bought a pumpkin, it seemed fine. Now it has a disease. A black hole erupted and it's spreading. Sick.

Potty Companion

I can't go to the washroom alone, not unless I want to hear "MOMMY!!!!!' screamed over and over again. And now-he watches me. He looks for my penis, looks puzzled and tries to look some more. I explain that "No-I don't have a penis, but don't worry I can still pee" and he looks flabergasted, disgusted, appalled...take your pick.

So starts the obsession with the penis, which I must say could likely provide him with hours of entertainment if I let him wander around naked. Yesterday I found him shoving magnets down his diaper. Help.

And on a lighter note...

Cade turned 20 months on October 15, 2008. Here are some recent pics of my beautiful handful of a boy. Locations: Home, Chuck 'E' Cheese.

Vote!

So the polls in this province have closed, and I voted. I also made Tyler vote, after he asked me which box to tick. Therefore, I voted twice.

It wouldn't suprise any of you to know that I sit on the left side of the political spectrum. I would have loved to cast my vote where my heart lies but I live in a VERY tight riding. It's Liberal vs. Conservative (for Americans that is sort of like Democrat vs. Republican-we have 3 major parties and one smaller one, PLUS a party with candidates in Quebec). As I write this a Conservative minority is being predicted by Global. Ugg. Thanks for wasting our time with this ridiculous election call, oh wait Harper-didn't you say something about fixed elections? Hmm, I guess I made that up. My only real consolation is that it looks like the Liberals and NDP will consitute the majority in parliment, therefore Harper is rendered ineffective, again. What a relief!

1hr later-ack! The Conservatives are at 144 seats, NO! So while they are still predicted to have a minority government it's not quite what it seemed. The Liberals, NDP and the BQ will have to align to defeat bills. Great.

Happy thanksgiving

I woke up this morning with a food hangover, and approximately 14 extra pounds. Ok, so I might be exaggerating but that's exactly how it feels. And you know what I might do today? Eat leftover, of course. Like I can resist the mashed potatoes and various fat laden tupperware containers. Happy thanksgiving friends and family.

Venting

While enjoying a quiet cuddle with Cade this afternoon I saw a familiar looking man drop a flyer off in my mailbox. I got up about 5 minutes later, with a feeling of dread. I recognized him, his name is Bill Whatcott. He is an extreme right wing "rights" activist. The flyer contained a photo of a man in bondage and a dead baby. It was awful. The essence of the flyer was anti-gay, anti-abortion and anti-feminist. Now, this is n't really about my opinions on the matters at hand, rather the slanderous, hateful approach that this person takes toward everyone he disusses in the pamphlet, including a slanderous and derogatory paragraph on our local MP (who I don't vote for but also does not deserve the repulsive comments made about him). You know what made me REALLY angry? Some kid, somewhere, will pick up that "flyer" and be traumatized.

So, me being me...I ran outside. Chased him down, while he was STEALING apples from a neighbours tree and told him that he was inciting hatred and that I didn't want him anywhere near my property, let alone on it, I have no use for his trash and he can keep it to himself. This guy is about 6 feet tall, and actually looks like a biker. I thought he would fight with me, I was all ready, heart racing, endorphins flowing freely, and I seriously wanted to KICK HIS ASS> I wanted him to come at me, I was that angry. Yes, and that stupid-as tough as I think I am, it was ridiculous to think I could take him.

But anyway, he just said that I already got the flyer and wouldn't get another and he walked away, stolen apples in tow.

I called the police. I guess I should interject the background here-this guy has been found guilty of hate crimes in Regina. It is not a freedom of speech issue, he is inciting hatred. The piolie told me to call Alberta Human Rights. I did, I left a message. I called the MPs office to notify them and I've proceeded to stew and wish I could have punched him...for the last 5 hours.

I really do welcome others opinions, even if I don't agree. However, delivering flyers that include blatant lies and attack groups of people isn't right. Get an education, be eloquent. Be a human being.

Sometimes I Paint Paper. Sometimes I Eat Paint. Sometimes I Paint Mommy.

Mind your P's and Q's in my house!

I birthed a parrot.

He says EVERYTHING we say. Things like: "sucks! crap!" and my favourite "get it!!!" followed by "now!". He's just full of manners too. RIGHT.

We work on the please and thank you, and prompting results in "please" but he doesn't voluntarily offer politness.

The other night Tyler was drilling some holes when he attempted to drill a hole in his own finger. I was on the phone, sitting with Cade at the kitchen table while he coloured, and seemed to have missed the repeated "f*^ks" coming out of Tyler's mouth. All I heard was Cade say "mommy...f*^k, f*^k , f*^k!". OH MY GOD. Luckily it was my brother on the phone, who apparently thought that Cade's newest expletive was GREAT. Shut up Josh. Anyway, Tyler would totally have gotten away with it-if he hadn't given himself up. Nice job Tyler.