I am losing what is left of my admittedly questionable mind. Please, send help. I beseech you. Send help NOW.
My daughter came home from a field trip to the local theatre/arts centre this morning. She’s full of stories and excitement and laughter… and SONG. Apparently, on the bus ride home, the kids sang a song.
A song that she has been singing non-stop since the SECOND she came through the school doors at 3:15:
(repeat several times)
I wanna wish you MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I wanna WISH you MERRY Christmas!
I wanna WISH you Merry CHRISTMAS!
(repeat, like, a dozen times)
(repeat until my brain leaks out my ears)
It’s like a PeeWee Herman Xmas Special all up in here. I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN LAST AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH.
Please. For the love of all things holy. Send help. Alcohol. Sedatives. ANYTHING.
If anyone needs me, I will be rocking and weeping in the fetal position under my desk.
The days are trudging along. Literally.
It’s been So. Frigging. Cold. here recently, it’s all we can do to get ourselves bundled up against the -30 degree wind chill and make the walk to school. And getting bundled up again to go pick That Girl up and bring her home takes a real exercise in intestinal fortitude just to get myself out the door.
But that’s okay, because the last two days have been positively BALMY. It’s been almost at ZERO. Ish. And by “zero” I mean “somewhere around -8”. But WHATEVS.
And it snowed.
It snowed for the first time, really. Well, it snowed in November, didn’t it? And then disappeared for a month and a half? Or maybe I just imagined it. Continue reading
Vacation is done, and a new year is started. And here we are, back on the crazy train.
Just like so many other families, no doubt.
It was good to have the rest, I must admit. We were tired, and down time was definitely needed. Even That Girl didn’t complain and whine about when she was able to go back to school. We all needed the time off.
And, as we always find when we go full tilt boogie until vacation starts, the minute we start to gear down and relax, we get sick. Continue reading
Well, week one of our Christmas holiday is done. Did you have a nice Christmas? I hope you did.
It has been very, very quiet here, which is actually one of my very favourite things about Christmas on our street. The students go home to wherever they came from, and many of the neighbourhood families go to spend the holidays with their relatives. So that leaves just a handful of homes occupied, and that means few cars coming and going, very little noise, and a generally peaceful week.
It’s been raining and windy, which is kind of crappy. But it has also kept most people indoors, too, so that adds to the quiet. I’m guessing the street will become more populous and busy today, as people will start going back to work. But not all, so it will still be relatively quiet. Continue reading
Yesterday was a party day at Stinkerbelle’s school. Dress up in red and green! Wear festive hats!
And we were in luck, to participate in such festive merriment. She had the red shirt! She had reindeer antlers on a headband, festooned with jingle bells!
So, that happened.
Yeah, I know. I’ve not been around. Because SO. BUSY.
Not a good excuse, I know. But you know what? I am sure you understand. We’re busy people, all of us.
But this week, I am actually beginning to feel a bit of that busy-ness easing up a little bit. Some of Stinkerbelle’s classes have ended for this semester — for the first week I am not sherpa-ing her and her gear to the pool or the dojo. My badminton night is over for this term. That Girl’s therapy sessions are finishing for the Xmas break.
And I actually said to BDH this week, “I know that I’m not actually ON Xmas break yet, but as far as my brain is concerned… yeah, I AM.” Continue reading
I would like to direct your attention to something new (and I think quite exciting) that I have added to my site recently.
There’s a link at the top of the page to a new (-ish; it took me awhile to figure the damn thing out) called “By That Girl”. Behind said link, you will find a collection of artwork, created by That Girl herself.
(And, okay, let’s be honest, probably with occasional assists from teachers and me and whatever. Because writing. And therefore also spelling. BUT STILL.)
I’ve started off with some recent pieces that were close at hand. I’ll endeavour to add to it as things crop up. I may even venture as far as macaroni art or handprint turkeys, but I honestly don’t know what that would do to you, gentle reader.
So I invite you to have a look at the artistic wonders found therein. Consider it a little art gallery, to visit at your leisure, tax-free. And containing mostly surrealist art. And occasionally very confusing things. Okay, frequently confusing things.
And probably lots of rainbows.
Winter is here. Dammit.
Well, temporarily anyway. We’ve got blowing and drifting snow, we’ve got wind chills in the minus teens, and slippy, slushy roads. Mind you, it’s nothing like the 5 feet of snow dumped on Buffalo, so I can’t complain too much.
But I am complaining a little, because a) I hate winter, and 2) I hate driving in winter. These things are exacerbated by the fact that I haven’t got snow tires on my car yet. Because the dealership where I get my car serviced is likely being BOMBARDED by requests for appointments from dopes like me who left getting their snow tires on until much too late, and thus they are booking appointments WELL INTO DECEMBER.
But this is not entirely my fault, nor the other dopes without snowtires’s fault, nor the car dealership’s fault. Because SO MUCH SNOW WAY TOO SOON. It is NOVEMBER for the love of expletives. Continue reading
I had a doctor’s appointment today.
I love having a doctor again. I hadn’t had one for, what, at least five years, and it was challenging. Now, when I say I “didn’t” have a doctor, what I actually mean is “I had a doctor in name only, but she was fairly incompetent and almost impossible to get access to because she had no receptionist”. So being able to call up a doctor’s office, and schedule an appointment that fits in with my schedule, is wonderful.
But because I went without for quite some time, my health went unchecked, for the most part, for the better part of five or six years. So, since signing on with my new clinic, we’ve been playing a lot of catch up. It’s odd, because I am unaccustomed to someone actually trying to make me healthier. Continue reading