Poultry, Tents and Cute Dresses
Wow! I can’t believe it’s Sunday night already! Where did the weekend go? It was like a small town, blink and you miss it!
We had a ton of fun, though it didn’t start off well. Oy! Sierra is back into the parrot thing she did when she was 2.5 yrs old – saying everything 5 times, interrupting, whining and being downright rude and obnoxious. It’s so irritating, even though i know she’s *just* looking for attention. She did this ALL weekend long! Once or twice I can take – but the whole weekend? Holy smokes – somebody shoot me now!
Saturday morning my parents invited us to the “Poultry Festival”. Yes – I laughed too – I was like, the wha….? You want me to go where? Oh – and you want the kids to come too? Are you insane?
But I sucked it up and went anyway ’cause Hubby had a ton of yardwork to do and I didn’t feel like “parenting” alone all day.
Poultry Festival was actually fun (oh, and it was free – so that was cool too). We drove an hour to Smithville, ON and parked in the first parking lot we found. Then we took the “shuttle” to the fairgrounds where “Poultry Fest” was a-happening. (The “shuttle” was a freaking tractor!). The kids LOVED the “shuttle”. And they were even more excited to see Opa waiting for them. (They love Opa & Oma).
We bounced, we watched jugglers, we did crafts, we bounced some more, we shook hands with giant chickens and we ate… chicken of course! The Chicken fingers were quite good.
Afterwards my parent met us back at our place for a swim and dinner (more chicken, thanks to Colonel Sanders).
After dinner Hubby took off with my dad to go watch the North American Cup at a nearby racetrack. (Horse racing for those not familiar with the North American Cup).
It was then that I conveniently remembered that I promised Sierra she and I would “go camping” this weekend – camping in the backyard in a REAL tent! (Hey – when you’re 4, that IS camping). I pitched the tent with the help of my mom, who has never pitched a tent in her life, but did amazingly well for a first timer *wink*. Then we unzipped the door at watched the kids crawl in and out of it as excited as can be over and over and over for an hour. Want to entertain your kids? Then pitch a tent. Nothing is more exciting apparently.
Here’s a few pics:
I promised her she could sleep in it and she truly tried but unfortunately it was a gorgeous night and a lot of our neighbours were also enjoying the night. At 9:45 pm a sleepy 4 yr old turned to me and said, “Mommy – it’s too noisy – can I sleep in my own bed?”. I happily agreed.
Sunday was rainy and miserable, so it was a good thing we didn’t sleep in the tent. As payback for parenting alone yesterday, Hubby took the girls to the mall for 3 hours so I could do some housework and sort out the ever growing mounds of clothing the kids have grown out of. I’m sure weeds grow slower. It was really nice to have the place to myself and I really wish I could say I did something exciting, but alas – I did exactly as I had planned. I sorted and cleaned and I still have a ton of stuff left to sort and clean.
Hubby came back with a big ol’ bag of clothes from Old Navy (he is such a sucker for that place – oh and a sucker for his girls too). He bought them the cutest little dresses, flip flops and sunglasses. Sierra is wearing her glasses in the middle picture above).
The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent assuring Sierra that she didn’t need to say everything 5 times, or interrupt people.
The weekend went by far too fast, but thankfully we only have 2 work days until Canada Day – I could get used to a work 2 get 1 day off routine!
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Poultry, Tents and Cute Dresses
No More Grey Clouds
The clouds I’ve previously blogged about have pretty much disappeared both figuratively and literally. I bet the sun has burned them away. It’s been ÜBER hot here the last few days and it’s been amazing – Squee! I love, love, love it! We’ve been in the pool every night after dinner. It’s about time ‘cause we opened the pool and pretty much just stared at it for 3 weeks ‘cause it was way too damn cold to swim. Last night I even got in the pool for my first twilight swim since we moved into this house 2 yrs ago. Yep – after the kids went to bed I had an insane surge of energy and took the pooch for a 4K run around the neighbourhood, then jumped into the pool afterwards and swam some laps for 15 min! It was absolutely AMAZING! I swear I was meant to live in a much hotter climate than the one here in Canada (or Canaduh, as my best friend calls it).
I often wonder if what I’ve felt during the winter months over the past few years has been SAD – seasonal affective disorder, rather than the PPD – post-partum depression I’ve been attributing it to? Maybe I should tell hubby that I need to get away for 2 weeks every winter. Yes, that’s it. I need to get away for 1 week in December with the fam-damily, and another week just him and I in early April (yanno, for our anniversary and all).
My NEW JOB is going well – very well. I’m absolutely in love with the corporate culture here. There is such a focus on health, well being and finding the work/life balance. My co-workers are so positive and I often wonder why more companies don’t take this approach? I bet employee productivity would surge for them if they did. My NEW JOB is a very good fit for me, that’s for sure. It’s so nice to find people to exercise with and run with at lunch time. We also have “Flex” time here. I apologized for being late a few times and my co-workers laughed at me – they said there’s no such thing as late as long as I make up the time. This is a MUCH different philosophy than the one at my previous employer. The way I feel here makes me wonder if my previous job was contributing to my grey cloudy skies? My role and the environment here are very different. I’m angry at myself for not realizing before how much my previous job was contributing to how I felt about myself. I’m mad for not leaving sooner, or for not speaking up for myself. Fighting for what I needed to feel good about myself…. Enh – who cares – it’s all in the past, right? Hakuna Matta, right?
I’m just glad those grey clouds are pretty much gone!
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My Teen Aged Girl Fantasy
Yesterday I provided you with a small snippet of my ultimate Teen-Aged Girl Fantasy (I wonder how many hits I’m going to get with that phrase?). So I thought I‘d expand.
When I was 14 yrs old, I feel in love with this beautiful boy:
He’s now grown to be this man:
What? You don’t know who that is? Shame on you – that’s Jonathan Knight from New Kids On The Block (NKOTB). (Isn’t he absolutely gorgeous? He’s like a fine wine – he’s definitely gotten better with age). Most of my friends liked Donnie, Jordan or Joey. But not I. I’ve always been different. Well, ok not always – I did go through a very, very brief Jordan phase, and still have an air-brushed tank top I had made at Canada’s Wonderland in August of 1989 that says: “I Love Jordan”. My parents still have it in my “special” box in their basement. Any Jordan girls out there? You can have the tank top. ‘Cause I LOVE Jon!
In Highschool, my walls were plastered with pics of Jonathan.
My ultimate fantasy was that Jonathan would have a chance meeting with me, fall in love with me, then spend months trying to find me. Pining away for me the whole time. Until one day he found me, and picked me up in a Limo at my highschool. It was going to be after a field hockey game – I was going to run off the field in my field hockey uniform all hot and sweaty – looking absolutely smashing:
He would sweep me up in his arms, swing me around, nestle his face in my hair, and whisper: “I’ve finally found you, my love” in my ear. Then we would take off in his Limo, to the airport and fly away in a private jet to our smallish, yet wonderful beach house on a private island. We were going to live happily ever after in the caribbean, tending animals and growing vegetables in a small garden while raising a houseful of sons. (I’ve always wanted a son).
That was my “My Teen Aged Girl Fantasy”. So far only part of it has come true:
(Have you gotten sick of seeing this pic, yet?)
I keep daydreaming the rest will come true.
But in a way it has. I have a beautiful house with a pool (it feels like our own island), a husband who absolutely adores me, an rottweiler, a small vegetable garden, and a houseful of daughters. Nothing can be better than this.
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Internet Shopping
Man I can really relate to that cartoon. I went shopping for some CFM* shoes and a CFM* shirt for the NKOTB concert that I’m going to on Sunday night. Yanno, so I can look so hot that my Celebrity Boyfriend Jonathan Knight will want to ride off into the sunset on a horse and live happily ever after with me in a beautiful beach house on a secluded island. (Hmmmm – I think I need to follow this post up with a post about my ultimate fantasy).
I digress, I had a rude awakening while shopping ‘cause I’m no longer the size I thought I was and all of the CFM* tops I tried on that looked oh-so-amazing on the hangers made me look like a middle aged mom of two kids trying WAY too hard to look sexy. Yanno – kind of how Janice Dickinson usually looks.
See? NOT hot!
I really haven’t been taking care of myself the way I should be lately. Yes, I have worked up my running to 5.29 KM! And I have recently made it to the NIKE + 250 KM club:
But I just haven’t been eating very healthy, or exercising all that regularly. I bet the weight is starting to creep up, I don’t even know for sure ‘cause I haven’t weighed myself since January. Judging from how the clothes I tried on fit, I think I’ve gained weight. So much for my New Year’s Resolution. (How are you guys doing with those?).
*Sigh*
It seems I’m not the only one feeling this way: Tired Mama seems to be feeling the same way lately, and as motivation she’ll be heading over to http://www.fitin15.ca for some great tips on how to get fit in just 15 minutes a day. She also says:
“… if you get a chance to exercise today for just a measly 15 minutes or even more, leave a comment below and I’ll enter you into my draw to win an iPod Shuffle and a $20 iTunes gift card.”
Seriously? I can do 15 minutes! Heck – just walking to the mall and back at lunch looking for some CFM shoes and a CFM shirt (and maybe even a CFM purse?) is exercise! So count me in Leanne!
*CFM = Come F-ck Me
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Don’t Call Me Janet
I’m logging in for a brief moment to say “Hi” – *waves hi to everyone* and to vent. I need to get this off of my chest… errrr… my ENORMOUS cleavage:
DON’T CALL ME JANET!
I hate it when people get my name wrong. The only other thing that crawls under my skin as much as getting my name wrong is laziness. My name is Janice – not Denise, Shannon, Jane or Janet. I particularly hate being called Janet. I can handle it if you spell my name wrong – that’s an honest mistake. Janice/Janis what’s the difference? You knew my name and that’s what matters.
But calling me Janet? That means you weren’t listening – you were hearing, but you certainly weren’t paying attention. It’s like calling Mike, Mark, or calling Tim, Tom.
My dad’s sister is Janet. Before I got married, if people called me Janet, I would respond, “Janet xxxx” is my aunt.” ‘Cause that’s the truth – she’s my aunt. We shared a last name, but not a first name. I have nothing against my aunt, she’s an incredible lady – I just want to be unique, different, an individual.
Got that?
I am JANICE – hear me…ummm.. roar? Nah – hear me VENT!
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Getting Fit With Rob
Nope - not my hubby, my personal trainer.
One of the best perks of my NEW JOB is that the ladies have booked meeting rooms and have hired “Trainers On Site” to do group dryland training with us. Our “Trainer”, Rob is awesome - knowledgeable (and I would know ’cause I have a Kinesiology degree), motivating and works us really hard - shit, my fingers evern hurt to type! The cost is affordable too - especially because I know that if I work hard in his classes I WILL get fit! There is no standing around, and he recognizes quickly when you can handle more (thoguh I’m not sure thats a good thing).
I’m now working out with my “trainer” every Monday and Friday. I’m hoping to get out and run 2-3 times/week too. Now if I could say no to beer and sugar then I could lose weight. Instead I’m just using it as an excuse to drink and eat more 
Workout:
- Type: Strength Training
- Date: 06/15/2009
- Time: 12:00:00
- Total Time: 1:00:00.00
- Calories: 479
Being There
I often treat myself to a Starbucks coffee. Not every day mind you, I find their coffee too expensive for that. It’s more like every third day. One of the things I like about their coffee is their cups - I love their “the way I see it” feature, a thoughtful, insightful quote to help govern your day. Today the quote on my coffee cup was “The Way I See It #198″:
“you can shower a child with presents or money, but what do they really mean, compared to the most valuable gift of all - your time? Vacations and special events are nice but so often the best moments are the spontaneous ones. Being there. Every moment you spend with your child could be the one that really matters.”
How true it is!
Now I believe my husband and I are very good at being there for our girls - we pretty much drop everything to spend quality time with them. I find we’re one of the only sets of parents on our street seen out playing, or walking with our kids. I’ve read a lot of your blogs, dear Internet friends, so I know that you’re the same as we are with your children. But what happens after the kids go to bed? Do you and your spouse put the same effort into being there for each other? Spending time just the two of you together?
Us? Guilty as charged.
We’re worn out from hectic work days, commuting and parenting. But we’re working on fixing that. They say it takes 7 weeks to form new habits - so over the next 7 weeks you may not see a lot of posts from me, and if you do see them, they may seem generic, and scheduled. For that I’m sorry. The project I’m focussing on right now is more important.
Every moment you spend with your PARTNER could be the one that matters.
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Wordless Wednesday: Why I Wish I Was A Dog
(That’s our 9.5 yr old rottweiler/lab X - her name is Molly)
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