Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas!

From our (crazy) house to yours, a very Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Look What the Cat Dragged In...

The Captain is back!

After about 48 hours of travel and delays, he got home and immediately dropped unconscious into bed. And I had to seriously hold myself back from taking a pair of scissors to those horrific handlebars...

Thursday, December 12, 2013

More Big News!

After yesterday's whine-fest, I thought I'd follow up today with something a little more positive.

For security reasons, I can't give exact details, but take a look at this picture of my front window and see if you can guess what's happening here this week:

Yes, it's true! The Captain is coming home--and just in time for Christmas! It's been a looooong six months!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

'Tis the Season...

...to have your credit card information stolen!

This morning, I got online to do a little banking only to discover that some jackass had stolen the Captain's information and used it to rack up almost $600 on our credit card!

And since we are not people who enjoy debt, we are also not people who have more than one credit card. So my poor husband is currently halfway across the world with a cancelled card! Thank goodness he knows how to cheap out everywhere he goes, or this could've been a complete disaster!

And just so no one worries that we're having heart attacks over this, it's been dealt with. The lady at the call centre says we'll have our money back in 6 weeks or so. It's annoying, but we're not destitute.

So, a friendly reminder to all my blog friends, when shopping online this holiday season, remember to use secure sites and never, ever give out your info to someone who calls you on the phone. Not that we have ever done that, or shopped anywhere other than Amazon. But let's not make things even easier for these dirtbags!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Big News!

Well, it's official. We're being posted!

We've lived in Manitoba for almost 8 years now, which is actually several lifetimes when you're a military family. We should've been posted someplace else a good 3 or 4 years ago, but got some special consideration (a rare thing with the Canadian Forces) because RB was in some intensive preschool therapy. But now that the kids are in school, the army's goodwill has run out and they're sending us back to Ontario. The Ottawa Valley, to be specific.

The problem with living somewhere for 8 years is that we've put down some serious roots. I have managed to almost blend in to our small town, and I hate to leave the friends I've made. A good chunk of the people I run into in town I can now identify by name. And of course, both the kids are in school and have a great team of people working with them. So for this reason, a big move to another province is a daunting prospect indeed.

BUT...I am a firm believer in the idea that doing things that make you uncomfortable helps you grow as a person. And the internet has certainly helped make the world a smaller place than it was 20 years ago. So I will keep in touch with my friends, and forge ahead!

On the plus side (if you consider this a plus--I'm still deciding), we will be living in a more populated area, so there will be more opportunities for the kids to actively participate in their community, and hopefully more opportunities for me to get off my butt and run errands on foot. If we can go down to one vehicle and reduce our carbon footprint, I'll consider that a huge bonus. And, of course, we'll be close to family, which will also be fantastic!

When the possibility of this was first being thrown around (and let's be clear, I've had MONTHS to get used to this idea), I was very resistant. Humans do not like change, and when change threatens to turn my kids' lives to chaos, the mother bear in me surfaces with a vengeance. When I told Firstborn the news he cried, but has since come around to the idea--after seeing that a lot of the houses in the area have swimming pools...good grief. After RB heard the news, he had the worst week at school he has ever had, and I have more grey hair than I've ever had. But that too has passed, and we're trying to focus on the positive aspects of this for the sake of the kids. My new mantra is: ONE DAY AT A TIME.

This move won't be happening until next summer, so for the time being I'm reading Stress Management for Dummies, Meditation for Dummies, and Yoga for Dummies. It turns out if you take a big situation, break it down into tiny bits and deal with one thing at a time, all while breathing deeply and pushing out of your mind all those nagging worries about things that may never even happen, anything is do-able.

Right now, I'm on the lookout for someone who is interested in buying a house in the middle of nowhere that may or may not fall down around them the minute they move in.

Any takers?

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Another Birthday!

Yes, it's taken another birthday for me to get around to blogging again. My only excuse is the usual one--life has been busy. With the Captain still overseas, and the fact that I completely lost my marbles after ten years off work and signed up to sub occasionally at the kids' school (which has been a lot of fun, I must admit), my blog--like my house--has found itself completely neglected. But some big changes are on the horizon, and I plan to blog about all of them, so bear with me here.

Yesterday was RB's 8th birthday. It seems like only yesterday I was walking around feeling like I had a bowling ball between my legs for two straight weeks wishing he'd just hurry up and make his appearance!

Here he is sometime around his first birthday, still rocking the George McFly hairdo we all thought was so funny. At one point it looked so much like a comb-over that the other mothers at our playgroup started calling him “The Donald”.

And here we are 7 years later. This was the first year RB blew out his candles without any prompting. As you can see, his older brother was feeling a little protective about letting him loose around open flame, but RB really didn't need any protecting. He knew exactly what he was doing--and exactly where those 3 sad little cupcakes were about to end up!

It was a low-key day, with just the three of us around to celebrate, but as always, we managed to have some fun. And in our house it is tradition the day after RB's birthday to start ringing in the silly season. 24 days 'til Christmas! Yikes!!

Big news coming soon, so stay tuned!