tiffany's spot

The parking at the kids’ school is atrocious. It’s a loop. The whole point of the loop is that parents can drive in, find a spot to park, pull over and let their kids out. Do they? No. Instead they just stop the car at the point in the loop closest to the school and park in the middle of the lane and let their kids out. Their kids then stand there and argue about with their parents about whether they need to zip up their coats, whether their agendas have been signed, how many hugs they need, etc. Either that or they need to finish listening to the song they started listening to when the car pulled over. (Side note: I’m now eating a bowl of cottage cheese, following two chocolate covered granola bars to make up for losing out on my salad. Thought you’d like to know. ) Right, parking lot. People just park in the middle of the driving lane and let their kids out. Sometimes they’ll park but only if they can park in the first half of the loop. The second half of the loop? Empty! There h...

There are serious discrepancies between men's and women's sick days. I have Ebola today. I haven't had that confirmed by an actual physician, but I figure that as a mother I have a certain right to make diagnoses of weirdo illnesses that plague this household. I decided this morning to take a day off from my chores. Firstly? I didn't hop on my treadmill this morning, despite deciding at the beginning of the week that the slacking was over. In my defense, this particular strain of Ebola hits hardest in the morning. I could barely whisper, much less make any actual human sounds. My nose was plugged solid with that stuff that mutated the ninja turtles, and when I finally had to get up and have a coughing fit I did it in the bathroom because the stuff I was coughing up was making me wretch. I won't even mention the eye goop and headache. Aren't you glad you tuned into this blog this morning? Right, sick day. I didn't get on the treadmill. Then I got up and ha...

I have this thing - for starting posts with "I have this thing." But I do, and it's sort of interesting in an I've been up since 5am so let me think I'm still interesting at 10:04pm kind of way. There are serious double standards with men and women. Many are beneficial to men, a few fall in woman's favor. It irritates the heck out of me when Steven drinks from my cup. Not because I think he's germy (even if he is) or dirty (I hope not) or because I don't like him (because I do). I think it's because I'm home with the kids all day, and nothing that is mine has sovereignty from them. I pour a drink - someone's little lips are on it. Or they see me have it and want one of their own. Or I leave it on the coffee table and someone whose name rhymes with Gitchie is likely to come along and spill it down the side of the couch and onto the light grey carpet. Especially if I've had a bad morning and picked up a cappuccino on the way home fro...

I tried to make a phone call this morning only to find the phone lines were dead. Fantastic. This happens every once in a while, and usually I sit on hold on my cell phone using up my minutes while someone on the other end resets my home phone system and eventually gets me up and running again. I am a phone person. I need a phone. This morning Steven has the cell phone in Winnipeg. I figured I'd just send shaw an email. I had it all planned out - it was going to be snide, snooty and seriously grumpy. I was going to show them. I was going to threaten to switch to MTS if they couldn't figure out why this kept happening and make it stop. Just as I was cracking my knuckles and sitting down to the computer in anticipation of the cutting letter I was about to fire off, I figured that I better just double check stuff here on my end. Good thing. Goofy kids, unplugging incoming lines in the basement. Believe it or not, behind those cherubic faces are some real little stinkers.

I should probably not be blogging at all in the days leading up to Blogtober (how clever is that! not really? whatever), but the house is overwhelmingly full of toys, uncleaned bathrooms, unmopped floors, unwiped counters, and 87 bags of groceries to put away, and I'm feeling very unmotivated. Usually I feel somewhat unmotivated to blog daily, but it's the activity that takes the least energy today. Last night was a real bummer. The kids took until 4:30 to 7:00 to clean up the basement. It was supposed to be a way for me to get them to do it without being ogre mom (you know, yelling, stomping, smoking from the ears), but somehow it unravelled to that anyway. My intentions are always so good. I love the kids, I love their goofiness, I love that they're such a big part of my life. I wouldn't trade them. That being said, they drive me nuts sometimes. I wish that I could always be calm and levelheaded, but sometimes it's just so hard. I justify my big mean reactions ...

For the past while I've been telling people that I'm in a bit of a honeymoon phase with the kids. Jordan had mellowed out, Tennyson was his lovey self, Mitchie entertains himself beautifully and happily follows the other kids around. You should never say such things. Ever. They've been desperate to prove me wrong lately. Mitchell - not bad really. I can totally handle 17 month old antics. Don't tell him, but his angry little slippered foot stomping is actually kind of cute. I'm not even too worried that he's switched from mama's boy to daddy's boy. It's kind of nice that when he's flipping out about something he drags on Daddy's pants instead of mine. Tennyson - remember how I used to talk about Tennyson? How he was so mellow and cuddly and lovey? Remember how he was a huge sweet, kissing, hugging Mama's boy? Remember that? Do you? I'd say that it feels like it was just yesterday, but it doesn't ! It feels like an eternity ag...

My cousin had his quad and dirt bike stolen out of his yard or garage recently. This is what he puts on facebook : My opinion of the aboriginal peoples has been reaffirmed. Don't steal my stuff and demand that I change my views. How can I change a view of something that you constantly confirm, you steal, have no jobs, and beat each other. I am sorry to all aboriginals who are respectable people and apologize for this statement, but to all those who are not, and those who reaffirm this message, try it again, I'll be waiting His friend later writes : in response to Tiffany: "Yes, but i haven't seen entire towns full of such white people, i know of quite a number of 300+ population reserves that have 99% of their population belonging to the 'minority' that engage in such behavior. The fact is that the majority of indians want to blame everything on the white. Following their thought, i hereby blame my poverty and my being born in Manitoba on the whole of Europe a...