tiffany's spot

I'm basting a turkey right now. Well, roasting a turkey. It's not time to baste again for another little while. Other things I've done today? I took Jordan to piano lessons at 2 o'clock, I ate a moderate amount of Steven's fantabulous cookies, I hung out in bed for an hour after I woke up, until Tennyson yelled "Daddy come here!" from the bathroom. Our toilet tends to plug up and overflow everywhere if there's more than a pee and one square of toilet paper in it. Not much else. I researched hair cuts online. I'm a little tired of mine. Although, cutting it all off is kind of scary too. I just really don't know. You know what I need? For somebody to come over every day and do it for me. That would be awesome! We're going over to my sister-in-law's for Thanksgiving dinner tonight. I'm bringing a turkey. It's roasting as we speak. I need to start running again. For real. Not just two or three times a month. I threw a raw tu...

I told Steven to give me a blog topic. He grunted from his computer and did not comply. I am a little suspicious that he didn't even really hear me. It's a little mean. I didn't get married so I could come up with  my blog topics 100 percent of the time. Today's Top Ten List - The Top Ten Reasons I Got Married: so I wouldn't have to mow the lawn. so I wouldn't have to take out my own garbage. so I wouldn't have to make pizza by myself. so I wouldn't have to live in a bachelor apartment with ducks on the blue walls forever. so I wouldn't get to watch  my favorite movies anymore (wait, maybe not that one). so I wouldn't have to visit a sperm bank.  so I could have someone in my home with an awesome sense of humor who doesn't mind gentle (or sometimes not-so-gentle) ribbing. so I would have someone to snuggle up with and watch movies after putting the crazies to bed. so I would have someone to beat at checkers, until he stopped playi...

Jordan woke up to pee at six this morning. She had to knock on her door for someone to come and help her out because Elliot was sleeping against it. Steven had her move (drag? heave?) Elliot just enough to open the door and then he put her back in her bed. Five minutes later Ellie was crawling into bed with me. You'd think that an opportunity to cuddle up with one's sweet, soft two-year-old while she fell back to sleep would be awesome. It is - for the first few minutes. She fell back asleep, nice and warm and heavy in my arms. Then she flung an arm over my neck, and not in the sweet way. Then she had some sort of dream and was twitching and lurching around. I didn't fall back asleep. Closer to seven the boys woke up, which preceded the childhood joy that always comes with a lot of squealing and laughing and turning on lights in their room and the hallway and not turning them back off. They make a lot of noise. Elliot woke up and joined them. Someone made someone else ma...

. . . dary. Oh that felt good. Today was awesome. It felt like a snow day. To be fair, and give slightly less credit to the universe, there wouldn't have been any school today even if it had been 40 above, but it still played out like a snow day. I was actually supposed to go to an awesome friend's house today, but she lives about 20 minutes East of Winnipeg and she called me this morning to see what my plan was, and whether it would be smarter to postpone our visit. The snow was blowing fiercely out in her neck of the woods and we agreed that risking life and limb on the highways wouldn't be the best idea. I stayed home. It was okay. I showered and got back into my pjs. My kids ran around like hooligans until they decided to colour. I tidied and did some laundry. I filled a garbage bag with random unwanted things in my bedroom closet. I made pancakes for lunch. I did not burn them. That would be silly (heh heh heh). Later in the afternoon a friend came over and b...

I didn't even try. Please for the love of all that is holy tell me that you can't read it either. If you can I'm going to start working on my braille training already.

What is the deal with proving you're not a robot? You know what the blog comment identification words prove? That I can't read stupid things written stupidly. Good lord. It just took me three tries to leave a comment on a blog post. I like to think I'm not really this slow. No offense if you're slow. It's really okay. I just secretly think that I should be able to read a word. I bet the robots could read those dang words. And no, I don't count this as my Blogtober 5th post. It's still coming. It's going to be legen . . . . wait for it . . .