Throw mommy under the bus.....

While eating lunch today, Peanut let a big 'ol toot. When Momma Bub said "Who did that?" while me and the two boys giggled. Normally at this time, the guilty party will say "Scuse me." However, today, Peanut's reply was "Mommy did it." That's right. He didn't even have the decency to blame the dog.

View from Burlington hotel

I know, this is about three weeks late... But, check out the view from my hotel!




It was cold and overcast for the whole trip, but it was still beautiful. This is Lake Ontario, and I followed the shoreline path for one of my evening runs. There were a lot of geese, more runners and walkers than I expected, and even some guys fishing in the fuh-reezing cold. (They were gone when I came back from my run, so I don't know if they caught anything or not. Apparently, there are trout and salmon in the lake.)

Bitchy, and I'm OK with that...

I find facebook interesting when it lets me see pictures of a friend of a friend of a friend because those are people that I was never friends with, probably won't ever be friends with, and will still manage to live a full life without ever being their friend. Sometimes, I knew of them. Sometimes they are complete strangers. It's rather odd in that way. Kind of voyeuristic in a non-pervert fashion.

I LOVE facebook when I realize that the friend of a friend of a friend used to be the head cheerleader - a real snot of a girl - who is now fatter than me. I get a warm little feeling in my tummy when I see that. I realize that this is not a good reaction, and that it makes me seem like quite a bitch.

I'm mostly fine with that.

or what?!?!

Mama Bub was sharing her jello with the stinkers.
Bub: Is this good, or what?!?!
Meatball: This is good AND what!!!

I love three years old (minus the screaming at every meal and bed time)!

Mr. Sensitivity

Last night, we all laid in mommy's bed and watched ET. I must admit that I fell asleep, but the boys and Mama Bub watched the whole thing. I was awakened at the end by Meatball yelling "Run, run!" while ET and Elliott were trying to get away from the scientist guys. He was terribly concerned about it. Then, when the spaceship arrives and ET boards to go home, Meatball actually started to cry. "Don't go," he said to the little alien. Mama Bub and I had to really talk through it with him that ET had to go away. He was so sad. We had no idea he would be affected like this. He's just so sweet and sensitive.

the crap!

The stinkers were really wound up tonight. Not eating dinner; not sitting still; yelling; ya know - 3yr old stuff. Both boys had a time out when Mama Bub stood them together and said "Enough! Be good boys. You need to be nice boys, and be good for mommy. This is crap. No more!". Peanut responded with "No more naughty crap! Just nice crap!"

Moms had a really, really hard time keeping it in...

Canada (Toronto), Day 5

Sandra, one of the Canadian Account Reps, and her husband, John, took me on a fun tour of Toronto on Thursday night. John filled the time with some great trivia about the city, and even laid down in the street in order to get the top of the CN tower in this photo:

Sandra and I laughing it up. (She has a really warm smile and ready laugh.)


And, here I am in downtown Toronto. It's like a mini-Times Square but SO MUCH CLEANER!!!! (And filled with much nicer people - only two of whom were smoking)

Why I want to be a Stay-At-Home-Mom

Early afternoon; it's snowing outside, but not even enough to cover the grass (yet).
Meatball: Hey, mom! I have an idea!
Me: You do? What is it?
Meatball: We could build an igloo!
Me (laughing a bit): We could, but we need a LOT more snow.
Meatball: You know, I lived in an igloo when I was a baby girl.


Late night; boys are falling asleep on my lap as we watch RENT. I'm singing (poorly) 1000 kisses along with the TV (Angel and Tom):
Me: Our liiiiiife, all my liiiiiife - with 1000 sweet kisses
Peanut kisses my shoulder
Me: With 1000 sweet kisses
Peanut kisses my cheek
Me: With 1000 sweet kisses
Peanut kisses my shoulder again - smiling with his eyes closed.

WHAT?!?!?

I saw the following sign on the way home from the store yesterday, and while I realize that it's not a funny topic (AT ALL), I also wonder if it could have been phrased just a bit differently because - really - how does this happen:

Survivors of Suicide - meeting Wednesday, 7pm, at Dow James

I'm not stupid - I'm sure that they meant "Survivors of Attempted Suicide" or something like "Family Members Affected by Suicide" or etc. And, again, I KNOW that it's not funny. It's not even a little bit funny because someone is really, honestly, always grieving (my apologies to Lish, and I've had two friends commit suicide, so REALLY, it's not funny) - but I still laughed at the sign.

Does that make me a bad person? Probably.

First night in Canada

I missed Bub and the boys before I ever even left the house. The day was long, and the flights were longer. Seated across the aisle from me was a young mother with an 18-month old girl who just wanted to get up and walk around. Occasionally, young mother would let her. It scared me to have that little girl even a few seats away, but I may have been the only one. Seated right in front of me was an older lady who talked non-stop to the woman next to her, tickled the little girl when she would wander around, told the entire plane that she was on an emergency trip (although none of us know what the emergency was), and reprimanded young mother for the fact that little girl was still drinking from a bottle. I was so happy that the seat right next to me was a 17-ish year old guy who just wanted to listen to his iPod. Flight #2 was aboard a very small plane which seated 50 people. I thought of Bub the entire time. She would have been in a state of complete panic and white-knuckle terror. The drive from Toronto to Burlington was complete good luck since the directions give to me by M*pquest full-on sucked. I drove past my hotel three or four times before I realized what I was doing. I’m driving a Prius, which is nice, but weird – there aren’t even keys or a gear shift. It took me two minutes to figure out how to put it into park! I talked to the Bub and the boys right after I got to my room. Then, I cried. Then, I headed to the hotel treadmill to pound out four miles putting me at approximately 73 miles for the month – a far cry from the goal of 100. Then, after I finally ate, I sat down to do some work only to find out that I don’t have the right internet connection. SonOfA……. I could do some homework, but I decided not to. I just decided to go to sleep and tried not to miss my guys too much.