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Prezzies For The Royals

28th April 2011

I can’t believe that I still haven’t decided what to buy for Prince Billy and his girl Katie for their upcoming, very low-key wedding. I’m assuming they registered at IKEA and Marks and Spencer but I could be wrong. However, I’ve got some great ideas that I think would be perfect for the delightfully overexposed couple.

1. BUG VACUUM (Hammacher $60) – because centipedes  DO NOT discriminate.

The Keep Your Distance Bug Vacuum.

2. Large Stuffed Cheetah (FAO $70) – Everyone needs a stuffed cat – obviously

Melissa & Doug Lifelike and Lovable Plush Cheetah  - Melissa & Doug -  Lions & Other Big Cats - FAO Schwarz®

3. The Critically Acclaimed Masterpiece, A Shore Thing by Snooki ($Can’t possibly be more than a dollar) – They may need to start a fire at some point and paper will help.

A Shore Thing

4. The BACON COLLECTION (McPhee $40)  – Bacon needs no explanation.

5. Finger Tentacles (McPhee $10) – Will make shaking all those hands bearable.

Decisions, Decisions.

Mama's Losin' It

Thanks to the lovely Mama Kat for the fun post idea!!

A-Z Meme

11th April 2011

I saw the A-Z Meme on Stephanie’s blog How to Survive Life in the Suburbs and decided to play along today. It’s Monday people – feel free to do so as well if you like!

A. Age: 37. Also known as depressingly OLD in my book.
B. Bed size: Queen. WAY too small to sleep diagonally when you have to share with someone! A King size bed should be mandatory in all marriages.
C. Chore you dislike: Folding/Putting away laundry is tied with the daily battles with the dust bunnies.
D. Dogs: Just an annoying one that lives next door.
E. Essential start to your day: Giggles from the little people, and CAFFEINE.
F. Favorite color: Apple green
G. Gold or silver: Silver
H. Height: 5′ 7″
I. Instruments you play(ED): Piano, Violin and Tenor Sax – PAST tense.
J. Job title: SAHM and Underpaid Housekeeper.
K. Kids: A seven year old  little man and a four year old tomboy/princess.
L. Live: Ontariopolis
M. Mom’s name: With a Greek accent, I call her Mama and Mana.
N. Nicknames: The kids call me Mommy Petunia.
O. Overnight hospital stays: Two babes and a three day migraine treatment.
P. Pet peeves: A long list – rudeness, bodily functions, nail biting, bad drivers, and bad liars just to name a few.
Q. Quote from a movie: “Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for herpes. That shit’ll come back with you.” – The Hangover
R. Righty or Lefty: Righty.
S. Siblings: Two of each. And a few sistahs from another mother.
T. Time you wake up: The human alarm clocks I birthed usually determine that.
U. Underwear: Um, yeah. The commando years are OVER.
V. Vegetables you don’t like: Celery, mushrooms, brussel sprouts, and cabbage.
W. What makes you run late: My children move in slow motion in the morning, especially on school days. They take after their mommy.
X. X-rays you’ve had: Too many to mention.
Y. Yummy food you make: Quesadillas, Omelets, Pancakes, Stuffed Chicken, and Pasta.
Z. Zoo Animal Favourites: Love the giraffes.

Let me know if you decide to do this too – would love to read it!

Girl Talk Thursday – When I Grow Up

29th April 2010

Girl Talk Thursday

What did I want to be when I grew up? I thought I was going to be a doctor.

Did I ever actually want to be a doctor?

Nope.

But I was a reader as a kid. You never saw me without a book. Ever. My dad would tell me all the time, that I was going to end up being a doctor. So when he or anyone else asked what I would become, I knew my answer. Doctor.

I went through grade school and high school thinking the same thing. Doctor. But I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I hated my science classes and math classes – everything truly required to become a doctor. I just knew.

Then I got to university and decided on Sociology, but quickly made the switch to Psychology. Was I happy in either? Truly, no. I still hadn’t found my way, what I was meant to do. But I kept at it, because if anything, I’m persistent in my confusion.

Then came Anatomy 101. The first day was an ominous one. Someone had warned me to prepare myself. They knew me and they knew that I was an emotional soul. I cried at the drop of the hat. If I saw someone else suffering, the water works began. They still do.

There are many things about me that people don’t know. But one thing is for sure – I cannot stand to see people suffering. I am not that person who can talk about things like serious illness or loss or suffering, in a matter of fact way. The truth is I am the exact opposite of that, especially since having children.

So you can imagine how I felt as I stood in that anatomy room with the other 19 year olds, terrified of the moment the prof would open that table to show us our first cadaver. I’m sure some people saw what they were “supposed” to see – a learning tool. All I saw was someone’s family member. It took everything in me not to pass out. Thankfully, it was the cocky loud-mouthed idiot in front of me that hit the floor. The next day, I came in and there were severed arms on each of the desks – that was the last time I went back.

So, yeah, the doctor thing ended quickly.

I ended up getting a Psychology/Health Degree from my University, and on graduation day, I was in the exact same spot I was on the first day I started. I had NO idea what I wanted to be when I grew up.

After I finished my three year Human Resources Management Diploma, I still had no idea. I could tell you that I was bored to tears with anything HR related.

I worked in every arena, including sales, retail, the food industry (the family business), administration, and project management, and still I never found it. Don’t get me wrong, I loved working and being productive, often having two jobs even though I lived at home.

I envied those people who knew what they wanted to be and what they wanted to do with their lives, from day one it seems. I envied those people that knew how to make it happen and eventually did. I didn’t envy the person, but more their ability to know themselves, and to find their way.

So here I am, years later, two kiddies and a husband and a stay-at-home mom in the same spot I was years ago. My 3 year old is about to start Junior Kindergarten in September, and this stay-at-home will find herself with some free time on her hands. People ask me if I’m going to go back to work when both kids will be in school full time, and I have no idea how to answer. Its been years since I’ve worked – I have no idea what I would do. What I can do. What I truly WANT to do.

I know what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to work retail. I don’t want to be in sales. I don’t want to be bored to tears. You see, the options are dwindeling as I write this sentence. I have no idea.

If I could go back, what would I have done differently? As I’ve said so many times before, my true love is books. I would have done anything that involves books. I would have gone into Library Science to become a librarian. I would have taken a job, any job, with a publisher. Anything to be involved in the book industry.

What’s holding me back?

I have a lot of things working against me. I live in a small city. I’m old. I have no idea if it’s even possible.

My parents, my friends, my husband tell me to write a book – with all the things swirling in my end, surely I could write something that people would want to read.

If only it was so easy.

So what do I want to be when I grow up?

I have no idea.

I Don’t Understand

3rd November 2009

I don’t understand leg warmers.

I don’t understand non-alcoholic beer (what the hell is the point?)

I don’t understand how I can put 6 pairs of socks in the washing machine, but pull only 4.5 pairs out.

I don’t understand how a show like Toddlers & Tiaras can even exist. (I mean, seriously how do the people who work on that show stomach what they do to those poor babies.)

I don’t understand tofu.

I don’t understand why my kids always get sick the minute my husband leaves on a business trip.

I don’t understand how young kids can be so cruel.

I don’t understand why pasta can’t fit happily in the vegetable column. It really is an outrage.

I don’t understand why STARBUCKS doesn’t deliver!!!

I don’t understand why I NEVER went away on a girls weekend before I had babies.

I don’t understand why some people will do anything for money and/or fame.

I don’t understand the need to be a pathological liar.

I don’t understand why the moms at my son’s school aren’t as cool my girlies on Twitter.

I don’t understand skinny jeans. (Seriously people, you need some air down there!)

I don’t understand why I’m still wiping five year old butt on a daily basis.

I don’t understand why Colin Firth has yet to realize that we are supposed to be TOGETHER.

What I do understand? This list would go on forever if I didn’t have laundry to do.


ThankYou Jessica – this memes alot!

23rd July 2009

One of my new besties (thanks to Twitter) is Jessica @tisworthwhile. That is of course, until she gave me homework. (Did I mention that our besties relationship is tenous at best?) Well, I suppose this is a popular practice among bloggers, so since I am impersonating one at this time, I felt the need to oblige her.

Here is my first meme (pronounced meem – really?) Anywho, here she goes:

1. Who is the hottest movie star?

If anyone has read any of my posts, you will know the answer to this one, according to me. By far, hands down, Jeffreyjeffrey-dean-morgan-295 Dean Morgan. The man is a GOD – if you’ve seen P.S. I love you, then you’ve seen the boy’s gluteus maximus and you have your proof of his god-like qualities. He is delicious, he has dimples, and he has this smile that makes you melt under his wicked magical powers (aka unbelievable good looks). I recently saw him in an nterview with Bonnie Hunt, on her talk show, and he was so delightfully charming that I made sure to TiVo it and refuse to ever delete that episode for as long as I live, or until I forget. Listen, do yourselves a favour, and forget all those other GOOBS masquerading as movie stars, and delight in this glorious vision (see right).

2. Apart from your house and your car, what’s the most expensive item you’ve ever bought?

I’ve been trying to think about this one, and since I haven’t really bought myself the good stuff in a long while, I can only think of my Coach bag that was chaching. How about my kitchen reno (with my adored cookcook display?) would that count? This is really sad, I can’t think of anything that I have bought myself that was crazy pricey, and giving an electronics answer is BORING. My husband says that if we add up all the money I’ve spent at Starbucks in the last year alone, I could have bought any bag at Gucci that I could possibly want. If that’s true, I may have to break to barf.

3. What’s your most treasured memory?

I would have to say the moment that my son was born. The moment I saw his little body leave mine, was absolutely glorious, because 23 hours of labour were OFFICIALLY OVER!!  WOOT WOOT!! Oh, and because I hadn’t had a thing to eat (except ice chippies) in over 30 hours. I’ve never needed McDonald’s so bad in my life.

4. What was the best gift you ever received as a child?

I would have to say that the mini shopping spree (aka Barbie Bonanza) was pretty damn good.

5. What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made?

I would say the biggest mistake I’ve made up to this point is allowing my husband to paint the living room green. I mean, seriously, what the hell was I thinking. Its all about neutrals, and I go for green?

6. 4 words to describe yourself:

Sarcastic – HYSTERICAL – jaded – empathic

7. What was your highlight or lowlight of 2008?

I’m not sure of the exact date, but the day that I finally realized that, “Holy Crap I’m driving a minivan”, was one of the more traumatic times of my life.

8. Favorite film?

I have MANY, but I’m going to pick one that I can watch over and over and still laugh everytime I watch it – Knocked Up– no it will not win any awards, but if you think this movie isn’t funny – please get your elbows checked asap.

9. Tell me one thing I don’t know about you.

The one thing you don’t know about me is that being pregnant twice never caused any stretchmarks. I cannot say the same for that cheeseburger I had a week ago last Thursday.

10. If you were a comic book/strip or cartoon character, who would you be?

Please, like you even have to ask? What is that, like a 12″ waist? I think I had one of those when I was about 10. What are the odds I could get that back?

wonder woman

Yay. Homework is over, and evidently I’m supposed to pass this on. So I tag the following peoples, and hopefully they will tag me back, and not unfollow me altogether:

KimLive from the 205

Lizz One Nerve Left

SandyBetween Lightning

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