Sunday, June 19, 2011

One More Week!

Okay, a week and a half, actually. But I've just prepared my last full week's worth of school lunches for Firstborn. Oh, what a feeling! Lunch-making is my most hated chore. I hate it even more than doing floors, and if you saw the state of my floors on any given day, you'd realize just how bad that is. Firstborn doesn't like sandwiches, so I have to jump through hoops to find healthy-ish things for him to eat instead. So most weeks he takes homemade biscuits or Yorkshire puddings. It's a pain in the butt on Sunday, but it means no sandwich-making during the week, which takes the sting out of lunch-making for me just a little.

The University of Booming Metropolis has a kids' summer program called Mini U, which Firstborn so wanted to go to for a week this year. But because it's an hour away, and interfered with Rosemary's Baby's therapy, we just couldn't schedule it for him. I felt terrible and promised him that we'd do all the activities he was looking forward to at home together instead. Turns out I really should've taken a flip through the booklet first. I had visions of us sitting in the back yard with a bucket of papier mache paste making a pinata. I might've known Firstborn would have something a little more technologically advanced in mind. And so, at present, I'm trying to learn the basics of how to solder together a working robot. Me and my big mouth.

Thanks to those of you who suggested I pop my sticky keys and blow a little air under there. While it hasn't completely solved my problem, it has helped enough that I can compose a short post without going stark raving mad. There was a lot of hair under there, which makes me suspect that maybe it actually isn't a good idea to let my cat take naps on the keyboard. Who knew?! In any case, the Captain has ordered us a new regular desktop computer, so the next time I do something stupid to the keyboard, it shouldn't cost quite so much to fix the problem. Yay, Captain!

And finally, let's remember today that there's a reason we automatically turn the lights out every time we leave a room and keep the thermostat at a sensible level, don't buy ourselves boats on a whim because money doesn't grow on trees, and know approximately where to look under the hood to see if the car's out of oil yet.

A very Happy Father's Day to all those hard-working dads out there!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Dirty Laundry to Come...Someday

Ahh, you guys! If it's not one thing, it's another!

Now that I'm finally back into the blogging mindset, and ready to air weeks worth of dirty laundry, my laptop appears to be giving up the ghost. First my s key stopped working. Then the w. Now it's the 2, which is also the @


Everywhere I go, I've had to cut and paste in every missing letter I need. My other option is to use the Captain's piddly little Netbook, which is just too annoying. This post has, so far, taken me 30 minutes to write. I'm checking in on all your blogs, but commenting is a bit of a challenge at the moment, as you can imagine.


In lieu of a proper post, here are a couple of recent shots of my kids:




RB and I took a trip to the park while Firstborn was at Tae Kwon Do. He had a whale of a time and I let him have a rare ice cream cone afterwards. Mother of the year!




Firstborn in his uniform. I'm loving that he's found an activity he likes, but looking forward to not having to drive him to it all summer.


I'm hoping to get this keyboard issue dealt with in a timely manner. I really can't go on like this for too much longer. Time for a new computer, perhaps? And maybe a money tree in the backyard, too! 

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Here's What You Missed

My ONE goal for the last week was to get off my butt (or on it, as the case may be) and get something posted to my blog. As you may have guessed, nothing earth-shattering has happened around here lately and I'm kind of at a loss for blog fodder. So, in the absence of any real excitement, here's a recap of my life of late.


Firstborn is finally off of training wheels! We were moving the things up and up, and finally he was just riding around the driveway without either of them touching the ground. Then suddenly, he rounded a corner and one popped right off. Things are just not made to last anymore! I took this a sign from the universe to get rid of them altogether, and braced myself for weeks of wipe-outs and scraped knees. But the kid just got on and started riding his bike like he'd been on a two-wheeler for years. So much for all my worry about him never learning to ride his bike. Kind of like my worrying that he'd never learn to walk, talk, read...

This week we have to make YET another 4-hour round trip to the big city for YET another autism-related appointment that will lead nowhere. Right now, we're averaging one a month, and the only thing being accomplished is that the car is being run into the ground. Well, that and a lot of visits to the big Value Village. So I guess it all averages out in the end.

We had a yard sale a couple of weekends ago, and I managed to offload a big pile of our junk, and make $50 in the process. I'm feeling good about this because I've just started watching Hoarders and frankly, it's scaring the bejeezes out of me. Because we invited friends and threw a big 3-family yard sale, I actually ended up spending about half my earnings on some of my neighbour's junk. But her junk was of a better quality than my junk, so I still consider the whole thing a roaring success, and wish the Captain would stop rolling his eyes at me.

And finally, it's town fair time again! I'm frantically trying to get myself organized so I can enter some crafts and baked goods. Last year, I won $8 in prize money. This year I'm going for the big win--a tub of local honey! Wish me luck. If my first two disastrous attempts at honey muffins are anything to go by, I'm really going to need it.