Saturday, 27 March 2010
For your listening enjoyment, here is the youtube video of The Supremes performing the song, as well as another song:
Ooh! And here is the actual China Beach theme!
I find myself reflecting on those that used to be such an integral part of my life, but that, for some reason or another, I no longer have in my life. Now, I'm talking about people from years ago, friends, neighbours, other peeps......it is strange how time doesn't seem to pass, yet when I look back I can't figure out what happened to all of those "constant" people. I suppose for me the easy answer is children. Children happened. But I suppose that isn't fair to blame it on procreating. I mean, it does take two to tango. My blame can rest on my self-inflicted seclusion and sudden lack of social butterfly-edness. I remember being on the phone for countless hours a day when I was younger. So, at least, I was keeping in touch. I just don't know what happened.
Worse than that, I can't seem to figure out how to remedy the situation. How do I turn this around and reclaim friendships or even hope to make new ones? Baby steps are great, if you actually take them. Baby steps aren't worth a damn if you simply stand there paralysed. They are just meaningless words. I guess it's time to make an actual plan. I like, make that love, lists - so I will have to make a "Reclaim/Make New Friends List. Wonder if it will work.
Now off to prepare for this evening's visit from my daddy and his lovely wife Marie. Firstly, I must make a preparation list ;)
Thursday, 25 March 2010
The March Break sped by us and I am ashamed to admit that we did not have the chance to do all that I had hoped. My ear is still troubling me; the doctor said that it is viral and all I can do is wait for the fluid that is behind my ear drum to drain. Fun times. Regardless, it put a damper on my mood and my energy levels. I am trying to be possitive about it though. I now have the oppurtunity to have THREE coffee tins to paint instead of two. I think that I will do the base coat and perhaps have the children help paint on some added touches. I also found a bunch of seeds for planting, so we can always plant seeds instead of putting full grown plants in the painted containers.
The boys got their room back on Friday and since then I have been fixing it up for them. It now looks like a proper little boys' room, though I seem to have misplaced the red mirrors that used to hang in there. I will have to keep looking. Miss Hollywood likes the room so much that she is insisting on sleeping in there. If we do manage to get our Dream Home, I may be able to convince her to share the third floor with the boys. It would be practical, as they always like to end up in the same room anyway. The closet is certainly big enough and the adjoining bathroom is an added bonus. If we wind up doing the addition later on, she can then move to her own room. She will be older by that point and want her own room. We shall see.
Speaking of moving, I painted the kitchen yesterday. I really love the colour and can't understand why I haven't updated this room earlier. It is such an easy and brilliant change. Yay for me! I still have to do the trim. Terry says that the job is so good that he can't understand why I want to hire out the staircase. I informed him that I don't enjoy it at all and I REALLY don't want to do the staircase again. Once in a lifetime was fine for me. It is nice to hear him appreciate my work though.
We visited Terry's mom on Sunday to celebrate her 86th birthday. She is such an awesome lady. She still seems so young. I swear she is going to live to be 100....at least! It was a hoot visiting with her and Terry's sister Shelagh. It is refreshing to see Terry with his family. He actually CAN be funny! I wish we could get together with his family more often. It always makes me feel differently toward him. It kind of reminded me why I fell in love with him in the first place.
Ah! The sound of the boys' fighting is everywhere. Time for Referee Mom to step in.
(*update on court case for Christmas Day noise violation...met with prosecutor today and trial is set for the morning of June 25th. 6 months to the day from Christmas. How ironic! Ulcer is growing, despite the fact that everyone keeps telling me it's a good thing.)
CHEERS TO BIRTHDAY GIRL JULIE "J-BUCK" BUCHANAN!!!!!! I am so going to lift a pint in honour of you tonight!
Friday, 12 March 2010
Well, I am happy to report that Project March Break Living Room Tent is a go! Boy2 and I spent the morning tidying, vacuuming, rearranging furniture and setting up the tent. Boy1 was thrilled to see it when he came home from school. It was a good Mommy Moment. Later this aft, we are going to attempt JMom's mac n' cheese again. It wasn't saucy enough last time. Well, I liked it, but the kiddies weren't overly thrilled. The boys are looking forward to cooking with Mommy again. They will make fine husbands some day!
I wonder if we will be in this house next year to set up the tent. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I do love my house, and know that it would be even better with a finished basement. But when I look out my front window and see pavement, it is kind of depressing. I know that once the flowers start to bloom, things will look better, but for some reason, this year, the proximity of all of my neighbours and the winter trouble with one set in particular, is making me almost claustrophobic.
I never wanted to raise my family in a townhome (not that there is anything wrong with that), but with housing prices so astronomical, I am truly grateful to own a home at all. I always pictured myself being a stay-at-home mom. I spent my childhood in daycare and always admired those children with moms at home. With a one salary income, I don't see us being able to move for a couple of years to a single family home in the neighbourhood.
I have obviously been mulling over the possibility of moving out of town! I have to admit that it is causing anxiety. I know that Kiki really wants to move now, but I worry that she is simply going through a phase and that after the move, she will regret being so far from the only friends she has ever known. There is something to be said for living in the same neighbourhood your whole childhood. Perhaps this is another reflection on my childhood. I had quite a few major moves. I envied those that had known each other forever. If we move away, I will be robbing my children of that opportunity. It is not a huge deal for Boys1 & 2, as Boy1 is only in Junior Kindergarten. Miss Hollywood will be more difficult, since she is so shy and at the end of this school year will have been with these friends for 3 years. That's half of her life!!! Miss A is such an outgoing child that she will make new friends and I have no doubt will keep the old ones too. Plus there is still the possibility that she would travel into the city with Terry and continue at the same school.
As for us, the adults, we have no social life here. I'm not sure when it happened..probably around the time that I started my pregnancy marathon, but we lost all semblance of a social life a long time ago. I LOVED my birthday party this year and vowed to keep having parties, but alas, that didn't happen. Quite frankly, I am afraid to make a peep with the Wicked Witch of the West living next door. Not to mention how anxiety/depression can make a gal not feel much like party planning.
For some reason the thought of moving away gives me hope that we will have that social life once again. Of course, Terry would be gone all of the time....hmmmm...
The real estate dude was super friendly and lives 2 doors down from the Dream Home. He seems like he would be a hoot to live beside. When my friend Liz lived in Rockland, east of Ottawa, it would take us an hour to visit her from our home in the West End, so I'm sure that we wouldn't seriously be leaving our true friends behind. It's not like we see them often anyway.
Also, the house has enough space that we could actually entertain. I get giddy thinking of the size of the house and the yard and the NO ATTACHED NEIGHBOUR thing.
I am slightly afraid of having to make new school friends. I have been associated with the younger ones' school for 10 years now. I would be the newbie mom if we moved out of town. What if people don't like me??!!
Moving would get rid of the stigma that has been thrust upon us since the wicked ones moved in next door. Those that know us, know that they are insane, but what about the other neighbours that don't know us that well, what must they think of us? I am embarrassed to think about it. I definitely like the idea of a fresh start.
On the phone this morning, my mom didn't seem too keen on us moving an hour away. She kept going on about how an hour drive each way is way too long for Terry, "escpecially at his age". The man is almost 49, not 80! Good Lord, what does that woman think? I'm not sure how much of this is concern for Terry and how much is disappointment because when I sent her the link, she automatically wanted to sell her house and move into MY Dream Home. The nerve!
This is all just speculation at this point. I am so excited to see the inside of the house on Sunday, that I can hardly concentrate on anything else. I suppose after the viewing, we will have some serious decisions to make.
Until then, I will continue to fantasize about what life could be like living in a small town.
Thursday, 11 March 2010
I've had it easier in a way, when the older girls were young, I worked part-time (about 20 hours a week) and still was able to spend most days with them. Then about 10 years ago, a work induced chronic tendonitis forced me to quit my job of 9 years and I stayed home full time. At this point, I volunteered regularly at the school and enjoyed a nice life despite my unhappiness with their father. I was happy as a mom and proud of myself for being a good mom.
When the older girls and I moved into our own home, I treasured my time with them and we had fun. I missed them terribly on the weekends when they visited their dad, but treasured the rest of the time.
Then came Terry and our whirlwind romance. Everything happened very fast and we were so happy. After a year together we decided to try and have a baby. A month later I was pregnant. Within 3 years and 2 months of Miss Hollywood's birth, I had not only had her, but her 2 younger brothers. I worked it out to over 6 years of the 8 years that Terry and I have been together, I was either pregnant or breastfeeding. It really did take its toll. Talk about feeling constantly drained!
I suppose it doesn't help that I have always gotten easily exhausted..my whole life I have been this way. I just don't seem to have the same amount of energy as most other people. I have no idea why. Regardless of the reason for my exhaustion, it has left me at times feeling like less of a mother, because I don't have the energy to do the things that I want to do with my children.
Add to that one crazy ass neighbour that makes me feel like a prisoner in my own home and my life certainly is not what I want it to be. I only have a year and a half until my O-Bear goes to school and I need to start treasuring that time a bit more.
Back to Julie........her blog shows her fascination and pure happiness at being able to share this time with her daughter. She keeps giving me ideas of ways that I can enjoy my children a bit more. Today, Screamy helped me to get supper prepped and into the crockpot. He just loves helping in the kitchen and I really don't know why we don't cook together more often. O-Bear joined in as soon as he saw what we were up to. I really hope that they like it, so that they can feel pride in the great meal that they helped make. I think we will try baking tomorrow.
March Break is coming up next week and I haven't even made my usual plan for the week. I have to set the tent up tomorrow, as they always sleep in the tent in the living room on the first night (then I argue with them about taking it down for the next 8 days!). I have some can/vases to paint and some seeds to start inside, but I am really very unprepared compared to years past.
Given my boys' love of cooking, I really want to get them each an apron as well. Forever, I have been wanting to get them personalised ones that I saw on etsy. Plus I just found this new etsy store today called Bloom Woosie .
Here are some of the personalised ones:
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
This set comes with SO much. It has the comforter, of course, and not one, but two sheets sets, two throw pillows, bedskirt and two 70"W x 16"L window valances. All for $129.99 for a twin. Whoa. Needless to say, this bedding is on my wishlist.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Saturday, 6 March 2010
After the painful night that Boy 1 and I managed to survive, I needed something pretty to lift my spirits, so I decided to check out the Anthropologie website (http://www.anthropologie.com/). I found the most gorgeous things there.
Miss Hollywood and I NEED to get these:
Wouldn't my little princess look perfect in this????
I'm not sure how my body would look in this one, but I need a new apron and she would be thrilled if we had matching ones.
And the set wouldn't be complete without the pot holder!
I think I have an obsession with pretty things...take that dream home of mine. Imagine me in that dream home, baking cookies with Miss Hollywood, both in our matching aprons. Ahhhhh.....what a nice fantasy. I should throw a Kitchen-Aid Mixer into that fantasy, perhaps make it green apple coloured (though I am also partial to the ice blue, tangerine and buttercup):
[Sigh] I'm in love with all of these beautiful things. Maybe I will take a nap and dream of clean houses with funky little pretty things strewn about.
This all reaffirms my belief in the need for a playroom in the basement for the wee ones...well, it would also be a rec room for the older ones too.
Part of me simply wants to fix this house up to maximize the space and get rid of oodles of things. Regardless of whether we stay or move, we still have to do the purging. If planning a move, I wouldn't finish the basement, but things definitely must go. Sometimes I think that Terry is right [GASP] and that we have outgrown our house.
My friend Val doesn't keep anything she doesn't use. I love that philosophy, but unfortunately that concept is somewhat lost on the children.
I will need one of those Junk-it bins, if we ever try to prepare to move. I will also most likely need the services of either PODS or PUPS to store some things as a 4 bedroom townhome does not offer a lot of space for a family of seven.
As of the 20th of March, the boys will have their room back. I am soooo looking forward to that! Owen will finally have a dresser of his own and I can remove their clothing from the wardrobe in the foyer. I need to get to IKEA to pick up a duvet cover for Owen to match Liam's and deep clean their carpet, hang up their canvasses and YAY they have their room all set up. Let us not forget that their closet is big enough to store some of those toys in my dining room . Woot!
Time to make a pot of tea for me and my darlings. We're all so sick of being sick! Think I will web-window shop while waiting for the water to boil :)
Friday, 5 March 2010
Just when I think it can't possibly get worse, I end up holding a bucket for Miss Hollywood while she sits on the toilet at 1:30 in the morning. Poor thing managed to empty her system. At 4am, Screamy woke up - you guessed it - screaming. For the past 36 hours, he has been having sudden urges to poo and at this happened again at four o'clock. Luckily, the little dude didn't vomit.
This morning, Boys 1 and 2 were both complaining of stomach pains. Miss Hollywood said her tummy her a bit, but insisted that she was well enough to go to school. Bless her heart.
Both older gilrs are ill as well, but Miss A's is just a bad cold and she is trying to get her bum to school. Better late than never, I suppose. Kiki is only a couple days behind me on the symptom scale (though her body seems to be trying to fight a bit, while mine is continually deteriorating).
I had a bowl of rice for supper last night. My stomach has been massively cramping ever since.
Regardless, I have work to do today. I have to finish typing up some minutes that I have to email out today. AND I am determined to reclaim my foyer and dining room.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Life around this house is so bloody dysfunctional when I am sick!!!!!!
The Blame Game infuriates me, especially when the one blaming could have easily woken people up when he awoke, instead of first having a half hour Morning Constitutional and then complaining that everyone was falling behind.
My hopes for this afternoon is to de-stuffed animal her bed and remake it properly, so that we can get her properly cozied in tonight. I promised her that Nessie could try sleeping on her bed for the first time, so I am hoping that all of this will be incentive to behave.
Now if only I can open up my left eye enough to see, today might not be a total write-off.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
O was asleep within a few minutes and the other two behaved very well on the ride. Screamy, of course, konked out about 58 seconds before we reached the house and awoke 58 seconds before we reached our house, flipping out about having not seen it. He also seemed to believe that we would be buying the house, like one does a loaf of bread. Cute kiddo.
I digress....what a gorgeous house it is! All I can say is WOW. Actually it is way beyond wow. The picture that I posted does not do it justice. It looks much bigger in person as well. It is so hard not to picture a life there. T-man wants to book an appointment to see the inside. Though the thought of that makes me drool, I can't help but wonder why we are even going down this road. I am not sure that relocating to Renfrew is really the way to go. Terry is in love with the idea of a new life there; he says he has always loved and wanted to live in Renfrew (he has said the same thing about Perth and Eganville). I really just love the house. I like the idea of being closer to the cottage and mostly love the idea of getting away from the evil neighbour, but if I am honest, I know it is that beautiful house.
Now, truth be known, it wouldn't change my lifestyle too much to move to Renfrew. I certainly worry about the children. Miss Mex is very happy with her social school life and does not want to move (a year ago, she wanted to move and Kiki did not. Arg, can they never agree??) T and I even discussed the possibility of her commuting with Terry, but I tried that before and it really sucked. Though, she is much more outgoing than I ever was, so she would make friends easily.
I am exhausted and have developped pink eye in my left eye this time, so I must say good evening. Toodles.
My ear made me cry today. Luckily, ibuprofen is enough to take the edge off. I am in desperate need of a shower. I'm afraid of getting my ears wet, but seeing as how I disgust myself at the moment, there is little choice. Terry took the day off to take care of us sickies, but, instead of helping out, he seems intent on walking around, doing nothing. I was presumptuous enough to make a list, but between his failing eyesight and lack of observation skills, the list is sitting there being unappreciated. He did take pity on me by sweeping up the dirtpile that I had swept. Now he is upstairs.....doing something. Noone ever knows what, but I assume it is something.
Perhaps he's not. I have never met a soul before who had the ability to sit for such long periods of time just staring.....or rubbing his forehead. I would seriously be bored with myself, if I did that - hence the floor sweeping of this morning that I managed to complete between ear throbs.
After his several Mantrums of the past couple of days (I will testify to the fact that men have some sort of PMS), everyone is avoiding him. I am not really avoiding him, but merely too weak to climb the staircase to satisfy my curiosity.
Now on to much more lighthearted things. I spent yesterday reading 2 different Bachelor Recap blogs. Both are Texans and both are ridiculously hilarious. Lincee Ray's blog is http://www.ihategreenbeans.com/ and some guy from austin is at www.guyinaustin.blogspot.com .
If I don't move to Renfrew, perhaps I will move to Texas.
Back to complaining for a moment - if T-man so desperately wants to move, should he not be taking advantage of this day off to make the house look a bit better....he could finish the bathroom paint job that he started FOUR months ago.
Alrighty, just checked on him. He was lying down. Some medication he took is making him feel sick. I should feel worse for him, but honestly, this seems to happen everytime he is home. Maybe I am simply feeling bitter because I have been getting worse for a week and a half now, with little sympathy from him.
Time to force myself to do at least one chore from my list. If I am going to be miserable and in agony, I might as well make myself feel better by accomplishing something. Almost time to take more pain meds. Woot!!!!
I, just moments ago, happened upon an awesome blog by my soul sistah and favourite future in-law, J-Buck. She is a rock star. My anxiety cripples me at times. Hers, makes a wonderful blog about fun fabrics, smelly candles and yummy recipes. Hats off to her! I admire and am inspired by her. If I ever recover from this plague, I think I will attempt to embrace housewifery the way that Julie has.
Oh, this is the house to which, I dream of moving...........
It's in Renfrew - an hour away. It's only about 20 minutes away from the cottage. How perfect is that?! I would probably drive my mom nuts if we went to the cottage that often, yet the proximity to that lovely lake, makes me giddy!
The thought of ever moving scares me to death. Our house would need to be purged so flipping much before even considering putting our house on the market. By that time, my beautiful dream home would be sold, so for the time being this is simply a fantasy.....a really nice fantasy. You should see the pictures of the kitchen!!! Oh wait, I can show you ;)
Now that's a kitchen! Pretty, pretty! Enough exclamation marks!!!! According to Google Maps, the house is a 2 minute walk to the public school and a 15 minute walk to the high school, which wouldn't matter since I always end up driving anyway. Actually the Google Earth map - which makes me feel like a peeping Tom - seems to have the house directly across the street from the public school. Not sure about that though. I obviously would NOT be driving children across the street.
Miss A doesn't want to move because, she informed me, "I actually have a life". Seeing as the rest of us don't and Kiki desperately wants a change of scenery, if it came down to it, Miss A would have to "have a life" somewhere else. Like I previously stated though, this is simply a really nice fantasy. I really am troubled by even the thought of uprooting my children, eventhough I truly believe that they would have a wonderful life out there.....and certainly a nicer, bigger house, with a fair sized yard and so much more space to play.
The other aspect, is the ever present, evil neighbour. It is very hard to picture living beside such a miserable, spiteful, unstable wretch for the next couple of years. IT IS NO WAY FOR MY CHILDREN TO LIVE!!!! Nor for the adults. It's like living in a prison, not a home...always paranoid of doing something to provoke the mental case in the next cell.
Darn you Ottawa Housing Prices for being so high!!
I am feeling completely drained now, so I will head to bed and hopefully dreams of big old houses with modern kitchens will dance in my head.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
I have not had an ear infection in years and I think I'm making up for lost time. Last night was pure hell; I considered making T-man take today off, but then when I awoke this morn, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't hear out of my left ear, but it wasn't hurting. Then, just as a child's fever starts to rise in the evening, so has the darned pain.
Think I will take some of those wonky pills my mom gave me and hope that I can hold onto enough sanity to watch Lost tonight. I'm not feeling too hopeful for the sanity thing, but I'm pretty sure that my family will keep the volume loud enough to prevent me from nodding off.
Update on Nessie:
On Saturday afternoon, I dragged my tired, sciatic, bum to Navan to pick up the little darling. She is a complete sweetheart! My only complaint (other than occasionally piddling on the floor) is her desire to hunt the cats. FUN TIMES.
Shelly seems to have accepted her fate, but young Seamus is feeling absolutely disgusted and betrayed by us. I really hope he comes around and starts playing with Miss Nessie soon. They make a cute pair of bookends, with her prancing around behind him wherever he goes. Too cute.
Off to my comfy chair to snuggle up under the covers and try to miraculously recover in the next 2 hours 45 minutes. Wish me luck!