Running Commentary

moving right along….. February 04 2008

Did not get the job.
It was between myself and another woman. An older woman with older teen aged kids. I lost.
But they will be keeping my resume on file in case she doesn’t work out.
How nice of them.
bastards!

Anyway, a non-productive weekend. Noah has a lingering cough (not like him). We celebrated Bren’s birthday…dinner, cake…more presents etc.

I applied for another job, that I don’t even want. But I will probably get because I have an insider. But it will be a job for now. i might wear a disguise to work but whatever.

I had almost NO physical activity this weekend. How sad is that?

last week my sister (not feffie) and I snowshoed across a lake and sat on it”s frozen rocky shore. Had a little wine, water and sandwiches. Our fire failed miserably and we were a little chilly having spent 5+ hrs in -30 windchills. But it was fun! And active! And HARD because of SO MUCH POWDER…exhausting like running in knee deep water.
But in a good way?
kind of.
Anyway I kept it up for most of the week and then fell flat for the weekend.

I haven’t given up on a return to running. No sir. In fact, I have been searching out my winter running gear, in hopes to get 5k walk/run in this week.

I have a hundred million bazillion reason NOT TO RUN, because dude, it’s cold! and also it’s WARM, the sidewalks are icy, and slushy. My ankle hurts! And by fuck it’s hard work!
But but but, I am forcing myself…to go (once I locate running gear…or at the very least a running bra because…OW! and also…EW!)

I’m a little bummed about that job. It’s one I would have done well at. I would have enjoyed it and I really felt my interviews went well.

GOD I HATE THEM AND THEIR STINKING ROTTING GUTS!

In other news…..

Dori is pregnant. That’s right the bich-poo and the labradoodle (standard size) successfully mated. We kind of didn’t worry about because I really really really didn’t think it could happen. Oops! I am wondering if she is going to just have one huge puppy?

Anyway proceeds of the sale of these ultra hypoallergenic puppies will go towards NEUTERING the labradoodle do, since I am morally opposed to fixing females…because menopause sucks! And we usually always always always fix our males…but nooo not this time! it can wait! he can’t even crouch down low enough for her.
Let me tell you it was QUITE disturbing…and also…a little hilarious.
heh.
LOL.
I will spare you the details but let me just say? Dori’s back feet were off the ground.

HA!

also

OUCH!

The Good The Bad & the Ugly October 02 2007

The Good…

We recently went to Noah’s school for an OPEN HOUSE, he showed us around his new classroom and introduced us to his teacher. His teacher went on and on about how NICE he is and how she can tell he is just a good person. He is always quick to smile and the first one to help a friend. I beamed of course and was slightly speechless, not that my Noah didn’t deserve such praise but you know it’s different when someone else says it. Then we hung around for a bit while he showed me some work. The teacher greeted a LOT of other parents and did not have those things to say to them. Sure she said nice things about the other kids too but not like my Noah.

The Bad…

On Sundays we have started heading to my sister’s house (not feffie) for an afternoon of baking and then dinner. The kids play and I bake, while my sister pours wine and indicates what I should bake for her next. Brendan has a lot of friends in that area from school and last sunday they took him out into the bush to look for salamanders. He proudly came home with three. Mr Squiggles and his friends. He keeps them in moss in a margarine container.

Yesterday afternoon i was sitting on the couch when i caught movement out of the corner,  I thought it was probably an ant scurrying across the rug.

WRONG! It an AWOL Mr Squiggles running for the couch. I am not afraid of salamanders and have even held these particular ones but when it’s if running like a bastard across my carpet, I do what any mom would do. I scream like a girl and make brendan come and get it.

“Ayyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee Brendan! Salamander! AAAAAh!!!!”

The Ugly 

I did laundry yesterday. A lot of it. I found a box of SMARTIES in the dryer!!! Yeah someone must’ve had a little hallowe’en box of them in their pants (was not me!) and I found them. After it had been washed….and dried.

Some of the clothes have a burnt chocolate smell to them. I bet Chris has a gaggle of women following him around today like fred flinstone coming home for dinner.

And! August 11 2007

I slammed my pointing finger in a foldy lawn chair (don’t even ask me how) and now part of my nail is purple.

I will NOT be happy if it falls off.

Also, it hurts like a mother fucker!

BREATH…breath…don’t kill anyone. July 06 2007

OH

MY
GOD.

Noah has reached a new level of defiante.

He has called me an idiot and stupid already today.

Clearly a visit to the newly non-smoking Grandmother is out of the question.

However, tethered to a pole in the basement is not!

He has also already lost the privilage of sleeping in the tent in the backyard with me Daddy tonight.

Mommy needs a break and as soon as Chris comes home I am out of here.

He can clean up the blood hold down the fort.

Seriously? Can you imagine calling your mother an idiot?

As in “You WILL take me to Nanny’s you idiot!”

I don’t even call his father an idiot even when he is one!

And now he is spitting at me cause he has misplaced some cars that have been scattered about the kitchen for a the last few days…I hate to say it but …I told him so.(I totally did…Noah I am not picking up these cars and they will be lost under the dishwasher and the fridge.)

And now he is being sweet to me.

I am telling him I am still angry at how he was acting(Because seriously it’s been like 4 minutes tops)…Does he like getting in trouble and not going to Nanny’s?

Noooo, Mommy.

And now he’s walking away…probably silently calling me some horrible name that would’ve gotten me the wooden the spoon had I even THOUGHT those words at 4.

2.5hrs…that’s all I need.

And possibly and exorcist.

Officially The Worst Mother of The Year. June 12 2007

Guess why Noah is not in school today.

G’head guess!

Sore throat?

meeeeh (wrong answer buzzer)

Fever?

meeeeeeeh

Stomach bug?

meeeeeh (although I am sure there is one in our near future, it has been awhile for us)

No…the reason he is not in school today is because.

I HIS MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO BIRTHED HIM AND NURSED LONGER THAN SOCIETY HAS DEEM APPROPRIATE SQUISHED HIS FINGER IN THE DOOR JAM OF THE WASHROOM DOOR!

Yeah and he has the black finger nail and swollen digit to prove it.

It happened about 10 minutes before we usually leave for school, so about 20 minute before school starts. It hurt so badly that I knew school as out of the question.

Immediately afterward he cried puddles of tears, sobbing for his FATHER.

“I want DADDY! Daddy will make it better. I NEED Daddy. Can you call him at work?”

And then some guy pulled up in an explorer and tried to make off with 4 6×6x8 posts we have laying at the bottom of the drive way.

This day is shaping up to be the awesomest ever.