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My Little Man

Matt’s friend, Nic, is in town for the week, so we decided to meet up with Nic and Mike for dinner. It’s been a while since we’ve gone out for dinner – we usually cook at home or do “anything nights” on our lazy nights {which consist of soup and grilled cheese, usually. Or breakfast for dinner..} I feel bad for again ignoring our budget, but Matt really wanted to go out for dinner. So, we did? Whom I’m kidding??? I wanted to get out of the house for a bit too!

cheeky indeed!

blurry but cute: Nolan holding Uncle Nic’s hand!

It was a lot of fun! Nolan was a doll, as per usual, such a little ham. He had a blast “proppin” the boys {Matt taught him how to give props, I need to get it on video because it’s adorable!} and stealing pasta off Mama’s plate. We ordered him fries and chicken stripes, and he got to dip his fries and chicken in the plum sauce all by himself. He was actually quite good at it! Watching him kind of made me sad, because he’s such a little boy now and it’s hard to see any “baby” at all. But then he started dipping pasta noodles in the plum sauce…and putting them back on my plate. He’s thoughtful like that.

We had one, rather awkward incident. Poor Nolan had some…erm, “hard poops” I guess…and was crying and carrying on because of it. Seriously, I don’t know why this kid has such a..erm, hard time pooping. The amount of raisins and fiber he gets is quite ridiculous! Mike’s son was/is the same way, apparently. So I took him into the bathroom for some privacy and rubbed his belly to help him work the rest out. He was not a happy camper at that point, probably because the poor kid hates public bathrooms. I’m so not kidding! He saw the public diaper change pad table and looked at me with big “WHY MOMMY” eyes and started bawling. He tried to hang onto me, as he always does, when I laid him down {after disinfecting, I might add. Mama is completely obsessive compulsive about public washrooms and everything MUST be wiped down…hmmm, I wonder where he gets it from?}.

When we got back to our table, it was time for Nolan’s desert! He was allowed to choose from chocolate or vanilla ice cream {we picked chocolate}, but he would not eat it. Nolan also apparently hates cold things? Yeah, I don’t know. He’s like me: weird!

Matt went out with the boys for drinks, and I took Nolan home to bed. But not before we had a mini snuggle-fest and photo shoot!

Ya, I had an epic hair fail like all day long. And I destroyed my bumpit because I got mad at it. So, RIP bumpit? I’ll have to “tease” my hair for shape now. Boo.

Anywho: so post summary; Nolan is adorable and dinner out with friends was much needed.

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Take THAT, apartment!!!

Over the past little while, I haven’t been on top of my “domestic duties”, so to speak. I know, this confession is shocking coming from me, huh? The one who actually believes in the 50s housewife mindset {to a degree, anyway}. But it’s true! I’ve been slacking, and then some! The soles of my slippers are caked in squished raisins – and that tells you about the cleanliness of my kitchen floor right there.

For the past week, I’ve been super lazy and tired. I think my iron is low – actually I know my iron is low. I don’t get nearly enough red meats, nor do I eat anything else high in iron. So I’ve been lazy, spending most of my afternoons doing nothing but cuddling up my baby boy and reading stories to him. During his nap time, I also nap…or have been, anyway. Our bedroom was a laundry war-zone, piles of dirty scattered about on the floor and baskets of clean stacked high to the ceiling. I was too lazy to fold the clean laundry, and thus didn’t have any baskets for the dirty laundry. Nor did I have any room in the baskets for more clean laundry so I couldn’t just toss it into the washer and dryer to get rid of it. No, that would mean that I would actually have to fold some of the clean clothes. I did manage to stay on top of the dishes, more or less. After all, we don’t have a dish washer and even at my most laziest moments I can’t stand having dirty dishes in my sink. So, go me for that at least!

Yeah, I’ve been the definition of lazy. Even my blogging indicates that, and that’s totally okay. We’re all entitled to moments {er, in my case, weeks} of laziness. I prefer to call it “weeks of rest”, thank you very much.

In any case, I’ve broken out of the fog spell and slapped myself upside the head. I am the one who does the majority of the cleaning {okay, all of it – although hubs does help me tidy up toys in the evening}, because I am the one that gets bothered most by mess and dirty things. I’ve mentioned thousands of times before that Matt does not see messes the way I see them. He’s blind to them. They don’t exist. The man will cook a fantastic dinner, but leave all of the dishes on the counter. I’m lucky if some of them make it into the sink. So, if I’m the only one who does all the majority of the cleaning, you can bet your socks that our apartment needed my love and attention. So this morning, I gave it just that.

A huge chore for me was the recycling under the sink. We have a little blue recycling bin that is supposed to be taken out to our big recycling bin outside when it gets full. However, our big recycling bin is currently buried under tons of snow, I’ve attempted to make Matt dig it out several times before but according to him “it’s frozen to the ground and if he tries to get it out the bottom will come out.” So, we technically don’t have the use of a big recycling bin. I keep forgetting to go to Walmart and pick up a new one {that will we store in Matt’s truck cab}, not to mention Matt missed recycling this week. {He claims it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t have anything to put all the recycling in anyway – since our big bin is, again, buried}. Trust me when I say that the recycling literally piled up to the point where you couldn’t even open the cupboard doors under the sink without tons of it falling out at you. And I kept leaving it, thinking that Matt would deal with it. Pfft, yeah right! Matt deal with a mess?!? Even with my constant bitching about it, it stayed under the sink. He kept saying “oh, I’ll put it all in bags and put it in the back of my truck for now”.

Guess what I did today? I put all of the recycling in bags and then brought it out to Matt’s truck and tossed it in the cab. Now, the cupboard under my sink looks exactly how it’s supposed to…like this:

And Matt’s truck cab is loaded up with bags full of recycling, waiting for the day when we finally get our asses to Walmart to buy a new big recycling bin. Which, if I have anything to do with it, will be happening very soon. I think it looks really trashy {snort, trash…get it!?} and I want that dealt with ASAP. While it brings me such joy to see Matt’s truck cab full of recycling, that joy is dampened by the facts that a) he doesn’t drive his truck during the winter so what kind of punishment is that anyway? and b) as I said, it’s totally trashy and I hate trashy.

So, yeah. That was a huge chore for me this morning. Plus I cleaned the entire kitchen and washed the floors {and picked all the squished raisins off my slippers}. Then I cleaned the bathroom and our bedroom. I’m catching up on laundry {nearly there!} and I’ve vacuumed the livingroom. Our apartment is slowly being restored to it’s original glory, and I love it!

I don’t know why I allow myself to get in lazy moods like that. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does the mood drags on and on and on. Seriously, weeks of laziness? What the hell, me?

I’m glad I finally gave our apartment some tender loving and care, since Matt would like to have his college friend, G, and G’s girlfriend over for a “fondue party” tomorrow night. I’m game because chocolate fondue is bomb! And yes, I know, I should have recruited his help because he wants to have the fondue party, but guess what? I’m sure I’ll be making him clean something in preparation for this “fondue party” – our apartment never stays clean for long!

When I say that Matt doesn’t see messes the way that I see them, I mean simply that. He doesn’t see them. If I tell him to clean something, he’ll do it. I know, the recycling was just him being super lazy and probably unable to see how or where we could store all that recycling without pissing off our landlords {he was thinking truck bed, I was thinking truck cab}.

The best thing about being a stay-at-home-mom is that I only have myself to report to. Matt is completely fine with messes. I, on the other hand, not so much. So the only person I piss off when I get lazy is myself. I don’t piss off any managers or bosses, and I don’t loose my job for slacking. So basically, I can be lazy and still “have a job”. It’s awesome. Plus when I’m feeling lazy and not wanting to clean, it just gives me even more time to read stories to Nolan and play with him. We’ve had tons of snuggles this week!

Oh and by the way, I found Nolan’s other snow boot…it was stuck in his snow pants. So Nolan didn’t actually lose it at all. Mom fail? Totally. Oh well, he doesn’t seem bothered by the misguided blame at all 😉

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A {Very Sad} Letter to BlackBerries {specifically mine}

Dear BlackBerry:

I love you. I’ve loved you since the first time I held you in the Bell store, not even two months ago. You were far prettier and faster than my old BlackBerry, and you had wireless capabilities. I treat you like a queen, you practically sit on a royal cushion day after day. The kind of treatment you get is actually quite ridiculous.

And yet, randomly, you refuse to lock. I now am that person who butt calls everyone. You refuse to ring, no matter what setting you’re on. You refuse to sound the alarm should I set it. I don’t know what I ever did to wrong you, to hurt you…but you’re hurting me by acting up so quickly into our relationship. I thought we were meant to be! I even paid extra for your pretty self! But now you mock me by not working.

A girl needs a lock button, and a girl needs to be able to hear her phone should it ring {or the alarm, should it go off}. I’m worried about our future together…if this is happening just two months into our relationship…well, I have reason to worry. Obviously, I now have to take you all the way in to a Bell store and send you off for repairs. But I’m worried those repairs won’t fix the future issues, I’m worried that as soon as your warranty wears out, you will fall to the same fate my last BlackBerry did. I’m worried all the issues I’ll have with you will cause me to go literally insane.

You know, I renewed my contract with Bell for another three years to get you. I thought for sure that BlackBerry had improved their phones, since everyone else I talked to had no issues with it. But alas, here we are…you’re not ringing, nor are you locking. I butt dialed six people already today. Luckily they were all Matt, but still. You didn’t get dropped, you didn’t get thrown, you didn’t get left out in the freezing cold of my car. You are treated like a celebrity. I’m beginning to think you’ve got Lindsay Lohan’s personality: despite all the allowances you have, you’re still a drunken mess.

I hope that when I take you in for repairs, it solves all of our issues together. Otherwise, I’m going to have to replace you again. Only this time? I’ll replace you with an iPhone. Yeah, I went there.

Love,
Your owner with the broken-heart:
Jess

P.S. I really don’t want an iPhone, I want you, but I want and need you to work properly. We’re in this together, for three years.

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Bad Mood Bear

I am in a bad mood today. I’m stressed, anxious, and exhausted. I’ve had far too many late nights over the past little while and needless to say…they’ve caught up with me! Today has kicked my ass and then some, and despite my nap this afternoon I’m still dragging ass and grouchy.

I barely got any sleep last night, between Nolan’s sleep crying and my back. My back was causing me murderous pain, probably because of the way I was sitting during our evening TV watching. So from 2am-3am, I tossed and turned and whined. I ditched my pillow even. Finally I fell asleep, but it was NOT peaceful.

Then my morning started off with the walk-in-clinic “re-dial” game. I wanted to book an appointment for myself and Nolan. The walk-in-clinic we usually go to opens at 1pm and at 9pm you can call and book an appointment for that day. Monday mornings are always rat races, I played the “re-dial” game for literally half an hour. When I finally got through, I tried to book an appointment. I gave the receptionist my name and she instantly interrupted me.

“You owe us for a foot clinic you missed in May. We won’t be able to see you until you pay the $70 charge.” this was said in an icy, short tone {after I was interrupted}.

“Ok…but I don’t have $70 today…” was my response, because I don’t. I was about to ask if I could still be seen with a promise to pay this Friday, but didn’t get far at all because I was again cut off.

“We won’t be seeing you until you pay the $70 charge”.

Ok then.

I was deeply irritated because this foot clinic thing is bogus. I signed up for it, yes, but I never received a call. {Who knows, maybe I did but at the time we were living with Matt’s dad & step-mom, I often didn’t get calls}. I guess I just forgot and assumed they weren’t doing it since I never got the call.

And to me, $70 seems VERY excessive for a missed foot clinic appointment, and the receptionist shouldn’t have had a bitchy tone with me. You catch more bees with honey, not vinegar.

Obviously I’m going to pay this fine, despite the fact that I think its WAY too much for a missed appointment AND despite the fact that they never clarified that “missing” their foot clinic would result in a fee. But I’m still mad about it.

So that put me in a foul mood from the get go. Mostly because I’m feeling insanely guilty for the amount of unnecessary I spent in the last month that shouldn’t have been spent. The tattoo, my hairdo, the three times I went out for lunch with Nolan, the pizza we didn’t have to order, and the 26er of vodka I didn’t need to buy are all weighing heavily on my mind. The fact that we’re tapped until Friday because I slipped up so much also weighs heavily on my conscious.

Throughout it all, Matt isn’t angry with me. Despite the fact if the tables were turned *I* would undoubtedly be infuriated with him. But I don’t let him make mistakes like that, so why do I let myself?

I’m just having one of those days where I need to pout and feel sorry for myself just because I know I screwed up. I know I should have been smarter about our money. I really don’t think I’m to blame for the whole missed foot clinic thing, but I also don’t think they’re entirely too blame either. It just sucks. Especially since I’ve been in several times since May with Nolan and they never once mentioned this fee to me. Or it would have been paid by now {because I usually don’t suck THIS much with our money}.

I still have another four hours to get through before I can fall into bed and call it a night.

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So, I’m Lazy.

I’m going to do a post in bullets, because I’m lazy. It will also be full of random crap nobody cares about. You’re welcome.

  • We just got back from Nat’s house for brunch; it was yummy.
  • Before we left, I was running around with my head cut off trying to find Nolan’s other winter boot. He’s somehow lost it, and it’s missing. So he wore his cowboy boots to brunch because I couldn’t waste any more time looking for it.
  • I skipped SOS this week because I didn’t step out, or bother to even get dressed. I KNOW RIGHT? I’m lazy.
  • And also sore. My back hurts. I blame lifting children over snow banks and pulling Nolan in his sled.
  • I got to have bacon today and it was awesome.
  • After brunch, we all had a 15 minute conversation about my cat, because she’s awesome.
  • I actually got to snuggle my little nephew, Aaron, because I’m not dripping snot or sick. SURPRISINGLY. Usually I’m sick every time we visit Nat and Darren. I don’t know why.
  • It’s snowing again and I’m less than happy about it. In fact, I’m really pissed. Yesterday was so warm I was outside with just a jacket on. I for sure thought spring was around the corner. Stupid mother nature and her stupid tricks.
  • I’ve already eaten all my Lindor chocolates. They never last long in the house.
  • My tattoo is looking amazing. Like, straight up gold. I love it!
  • I need to have a “girls night” soon, only I lack the girls. They’re all far away from me. Sadface.

Also: this picture of Nolan makes me melt.

Yay for lazy cuddles and midday jammies.

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Cab’s here! It’s Jersday!

Ok, I know I’m totally lame for typing that sentence up. Please forgive me. I have a horrible guilty pleasure in watching reality TV…and Jersey Shore is one of my all time favourite reality TV shows. Every Thursday night, Matt and I curl up on the couch with a bunch of junk food and watch, mouths agape as they Jersey drama spills into our living room. It’s fantastic.

I do have to wait until 10pm, so in the meantime I’ve decided to blog. Wee! Such fun, yes?!

Today was kinda horrible on my nerves. I have no idea why. Sometimes, days just kick my ass without warning or reason. Today was one of those days. I had little patience and was just worn out, until my second wind hit me at like 3:30. Or rather, my only wind because it felt like I was dragging serious ass all day before that. Sigh. Can I blame winter on that too?

When T first arrived, we watched Alvin’s and the Chipmunks. Nolan was in an extremely cuddly mood – and this mama likes when her baby peach is in an extremely cuddly mood!

After the movie, I cooked us up some yummy Mac & Cheese {using the Old Cheddar Matt bought yesterday…NOM} and finally gave Nolan his new bowl/plate thing.

Nolan has this…thing…with eating food straight out of the bowl/plates, he won’t. It has to be on his tray before he’ll eat it. I have no idea why, or even when this started. I have to scoop food onto his tray and give him the spoon/fork, then he’ll eat it. Weird huh? So I thought if I bought him a cool plate, it might make a bit of a difference. This plate cost me 2 bucks from Winners, so either way…right?

It worked for the first half of his meal, then he went back to only wanting to eat food off his tray.

Sigh.

Is this a stage? Will it straighten out? Or will I have a 7 year old who must eat all his meals off my kitchen table?

Anyways. When Nolan went down for his nap, I brought out some painting stuff for T.

She loved it! I’m fresh out of those cute little dollarstore paint kits, so I’ll have to buy some more. And a couple smocks too {since Matt’s getting irritated that I’m using his shirts to catch paint T drops haha!}.

After she painted, T wanted to watch a movie. I’m all for quiet activities while Nolan naps so I put Cars for her and within ten minutes she was passed out on the couch.

I also wanted to nap, but I didn’t. Matt brought me a slushie from Macs {banana flavoured! YUM} and we split a plate of blue nachos, salsa and cheese. NOM NOM! I know, we totally eat like heifers!

Fast forward to bath time…we gave Nolan a couple ridiculous haircuts 😉

He’s finally getting more hair! Wee! I highly doubt I’ll be taking him to get his first haircut any time soon, but still! At least we can give him crazy mohawks right? Or the Alfalfa do!

So yeah, that was basically our day – in more words or less 😉

And I’m a complete dummy. I thought that WordPress was telling me I had used 75% of my storage, but it is really just telling me I have 75% of storage left. D’oh! So no worries about running out of storage any time soon. Haha.

In other, random news: Matt and I are appalled by a commercial we just saw on TLC, some cake show where they had to cater to a 6 year olds birthday party – a birthday party that cost 26 grand.

UM WHAT?

26 GRAND ON A KIDS BIRTHDAY PARTY?!?!

I asked Matt why they didn’t just save that money for the kid’s wedding day, or University, and Matt told me it’s because they probably had like 10x more than that. And in that case, it totally makes me extremely upset to know that there are kids out there who’s parents can’t afford to throw them any kind of birthday party, because they can’t even afford to feed them, and then there are people out there with tons of money that do nothing to help out others.

When I think about all the starving kids in Canada {and America!}, and then I watch TV shows like Party Mama’s, I get super stabby.

If we had tons of money like that, we wouldn’t do shit like that. Our kids would still have to work for the things they wanted, and we’d support so many causes it would actually be ridiculous, but in a totally good way. Sure, we’d go on more trips and drive better vehicles than my Grand AM and his Chevy S10, but we’d make sure we gave back to the community just as much as we indulged. Ya know?!

What would you do if you had unlimited funds?

P.S. I love the completely random route this post took. I’m pretty tired, and I’m clearly rambly.

P.S.S. My furbaby says “hey!”

P.S.S.S: Tomorrow is tattoo day! My appointment has been pushed back to 5pm instead of 3, but it’s still happening! Weeeeeee!

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I’m Bored. Again.

I’m bored with this blog, again. It just feels…blah. I don’t know what to do in order to bring it back alive. I’m too lazy to re-do the whole look ~ besides, I like the look. I’m pretty sure it’s just me. My writing feels dry and boring lately. Sorry for that.

There’s a lot of stuff that I’d love to write about, but I feel like I can’t. I have fears that writing these stories would open myself up to opinions and feedback that I frankly don’t want. So I remain hush hush about it, and reframe from writing. About that, anyway.

Winter is boring, and in turn I feel boring. We haven’t gone on any great adventures, we haven’t done anything miraculously fun. We mostly stay home, because it’s too bloody cold to go anywhere fun. Sure, there’s the mall, but it’s totally depressing when you go and don’t buy anything because it’s not in your budget and we’re on a saving rampage, so what’s the point? Our mall doesn’t even have a fun playground, or even a photobooth to waste time in. It’s just stores and a food court. Oh joy.

I long for spring, so that we can go to the park and actually do something fun. I’m totally dying here of cabin fever and boredom and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’d love to be able to jet down to visit family for a bit and just have a change of scenery, but Matt’s in school 5 days a week and I work 4 days a week. My only day off is Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the week. I suppose I could leave Friday afternoon, and head back up Monday morning, but the drive is always sketchy. We have to go through several storm belts and I’m sure I’ve expressed my fear and anxiety about driving during snow storms of any sort.

If it wasn’t so bloody expensive to take a train, I would, and if it didn’t take all day to bus down, I would.

I’m missing my family and my friends, and I’m bored with everything right now. I’m in a funk that I’m trying to claw my way out of. Nobody willingly wants to be in a funk, it just sort of happens. Am I right?

I know the groundhog didn’t see his shadow and predicted that “spring would be here before we know it“, but I highly doubt that’s true. I wait for spring to be here every minute of the day…but it’s only the beginning of February. We had snow storms in early May last year.

Clearly, Northern living is not for this mama. But I do like this town…when it’s not covered in snow and ice and other winter yuckiness. And I am trying to suck it up. I know people {JD especially, or maybe only} hate when I complain about snow since I live in Northern Ontario. Snow is just a fact of life. And I do deal with it pretty well, for the most part. I like never complain to Matt or my family or anybody except you poor folks. Sorry about that. I know if I complain about how cold and boring it is here, Matt will feel super bad. It’s not his fault I suck at Northern winter living. Northern spring and summer living? Totally rad. There is so much to do here it’s a bit ridiculous. But there’s not really anything fun to do during the winter months, and the winter months drag on and on because of it.

This Saturday, I’m going to take Nolan to the EYC. Even though I find Saturday’s at the EYC to be extremely overwhelming {there are so many people}, I think we need to get out of the house for a little bit. So, I’ll grab a coffee and suck it up. Nolan doesn’t mind crowds, even if I do. And since we don’t have plans for Saturday, why not?!

Blarg. Sorry for being so dry and boring around here. My blog is beginning to resemble my hands! So dry. My hands aren’t boring but winter sure is.

P.S. Did I mention I am not a fan of winter?

P.S.S. I fully expect some hate-comments from JD for this post. But oh well; I’m sure she’s just as tired of trying to navigate snowy, icy sidewalks with a baby stroller. And the bundling up before any outing, no matter how quick.

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