Saturday, October 29, 2011

The pitfalls of being average



Tonight we are having our bi-weekly Family Night. During the winter months....which is basically anything that isn't camping season the kids and I try to have a Saturday date night with my parents. We often do board games which almost always ends up being Clue the Paris Edition because the kids seem to love it so much. They love it despite someone always getting knocked out of the game half way through. I don't think this is why they love it but maybe there is a little bit of glee in that to date it has always been me or their grandpa who are sidelined by the draw of a single card. Sigh. Okay, it's probably the time spent together and all that. I know, I know. It just seems disproportionally rigged somehow.

Darn you Hasbro Games!!

Tonight however we are going to go see the movie Puss in Boots as our family adventure. The adults are looking forward to this because it looks pretty funny, Drew is looking forward to it because he loves all cats, and I think that Camryn just loves the idea of it because Puss is an animal that can talk. Voila....Family Night!! As I was thinking about the five of us heading out to the theatre it occurred to me just how amazing it is to be able to take my kids and go to a movie just like everybody else. I know that for many of you out there it might not seem like such a big deal but for us this is a huge evolution.

You see there was once a day not so long ago when the fear of leaving the house with both children at the same time was enough to make me just pop in a Wiggles VHS tape and crack open a bottle of wine.....for you young ones out there this was the pre-Blu-Ray, pre-DVD era......and no it wasn't in the black and white days as my children seem to believe. Amazingly this was just a half dozen years ago. Back then stopping at the local grocery store for one or two items was like playing Russian roulette. The gun in this case was my sweet little Camryn. I never knew when she would "go off". It could be after ten items or maybe just one. And I don't mean the slightly whiny snargy nosed 2 year olds whose mothers have a cart full of groceries and they are standing there oblivious. I mean a child who was so completely done with shopping that she would freak out, pulling things off the shelves, ripping her hair out, tantruming on the floor, and screaming like I was beating the life out of her.....Ah....good memories. Just for the record you could just as likely expect the same in a restaurant....even McDonald's. No way would we risk taking her to a first string movie. And then there was poor little Drew who had noise sensitivity issues. I'm sure his screaming sister helped make this so much more pleasant for him.

So for us to now plan to head out to a major movie like this on the second day after opening is actually pretty monumental. No more having to wait until the cheap theatres last ditched effort to squeeze a buck out of a film for us to show up. All the while desperately hoping that the theatre is mostly empty and thankful we only paid $2 each when I once again had to walk out of there half way through, Camryn firmly in the football hold, Drew toddling behind while we walk across the lobby pretending not to notice all the people starring at us. Nope, we can go on the second day of release at the real theatres....3-D in fact.

Yeah us!! Waiting in long lines, eating expensive crappy theatre popcorn, paying full price for the movie, getting our seats kicked by some little puke behind us, and walking on super sticky floors......just like everybody else!! Um, has being "average" always sucked this much?  

Friday, October 21, 2011

The other "F" word



Imagine me walking around the local drug store tonight laughing hysterically. I was by myself and just when I'd get myself under control I'd start laughing again. Why you ask? Because......wait for it.....I was farted on by an old lady. Now I'm sure that you can appreciate that this in and of itself is not particularly hilarious. However immediately when it happened all I could think of was "only me". Seriously who does this sort of thing happen too? Probably just me. I mean I'm guessing that everyone has been farted on by someone in their lifetime. But usually it's someone who they know and love. A spouse sleeping beside you, your children, maybe even your rotten older brother. But by a complete stranger?

It really was my own fault for being impatient I guess. She had been one of those old ladies that walks so slowly that even time is zooming past her. And might I add that she had a wide waddling walk that perfectly blocked me from passing her on either side of a generous sized aisle. So after watching the paint slowly fade on the walls for about 30 feet she suddenly stops right in front of me. I was so close behind her that I almost knocked her over. As I try to regain my balance she gets a wide stance and all I hear is what could best be described as the quack a dying duck might make. A whiny "waaaaaaaa" noise. Right on my leg. What the hell? I mean she knew it was coming and she squeezed it out. On my leg. Not even an apology for this violation of my previously poop free zone.

So then I spend the next 10 minutes wandering the aisles laughing so hard my face hurts, tears running down my cheeks, and I'll confess it....I actually snorted. I know....I'm so classy!! 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Coming full Cirque-le



Dear Cirque du Soleil,

I feel an overwhelming need to write this letter to you. I will admit that I've had a bad attitude about you without really any just reason to hold one. All these years and I assumed you were some sort of travelling freak show that didn't deserve the light of day.

Well today the kids and I came to the Grande Chapiteau with our tickets in hand. They were more excited than I was. I'll admit it. I pumped up your show to them all the while expecting it to suck butt. You see....I have a thing against contortionists and I really don't like circuses anyway. After seeing your show I have determined that you are indeed part freak show....I mean seriously....the human body isn't meant to do that. Yuck!! But at the same time you are also mesmerizing. My AD/HD children with ants in their pants, Tourette Syndrome, anxiety, and a touch of Autism on the side sat open mouthed eyes glued for the entire performance. Camryn wildly shrieking "This is inconceivable"....which I assume means she's been watching The Princess Bride at her dad's house again.

I am sorry for ever doubting you and talking smack about you all these years. I hope you can find it within your heart to forgive me. We will see you next show.

Colleen

P.S. Kill the porta-potties next time. Not cool dude!!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Gratitude



Today I am reflecting on what I am grateful for because it is Thanksgiving here in Canada. I decided to do a top 10 list of the weird things I'm grateful for.

10. That my crazy neighbor announced she's planning on moving away in November. I know, I know. I'll miss the drumming circles (in a condo). Oh and the physical altercations with her 26 year old daughter that end with "Go ahead, hit me again" and me calling the police. I love those police. I'll miss the stoner friends showing up at all hours to "chill".....which I've learned means to get high. Can I pay half the realtor fees for you to list now?

9. That my dog didn't pee on anything inside my house for the last 4 months. Of course I have him gated on the main floor exclusively but he's really good at not peeing on the main floor. Now if I let him upstairs....well.

8. Diet Pepsi and chocolate pudding. Not together silly. That would be gross. I might be a little crazy but I'm not a freak. Well, okay maybe on Monday mornings I'm a little bit freakish like but...um....back to the list.

7. That I now know how to get poop out of almost any fabric. Don't ask.

6. Aluminum foil. Strange I know but we go through a lot of it. For cooking....saves me dishes on those crazy nights. Keeps our upstairs cool....I have foiled the bedroom window......like a hillbilly cause I'm too cheap and lazy to get a heavy drape instead. It's great for crafts (including tin foil hats). Heck, even the dog eats it......alright I wasn't too grateful for that one. But I think the vet appreciated the added income. I could start a telethon. Foil for Vets. What? You don't think that would fly? 


5. That the gas company has stopped ringing my doorbell instead choosing to just leave the "Sorry we missed you today" card in my mailbox. The usually show up at dinner time. It's awesome. I'll just wait for the "It's been 6 months since we read your meter now let us in" card. Then maybe I'll answer the door. And no I don't care if you can see me inside Gas Guy. I think I've crushed his soul but hey...he's not bugging me anymore.

4. For Lulu Lemon pants made from Lycra-Spandex.....just in time for Thanksgiving Dinner. Pants I was probably never meant to wear. Suck it all you yoga people with flat tummys and perky bums. I'm soiling you're trendy image. Ha ha.

3. Push-up bras. I'm turning 37 in a few weeks. Need I say more? And while we're at it I'm grateful for Spanx too.

2. That Andrew hasn't discovered that lady bugs are beetles. Every spring and summer we start finding them inside our house. He is petrified of beetles. I'll never tell him.....



1. All of you out in the blogosphere. I am amazed that my little blog has grown so much in the last year. Okay, you aren't weird....or at least if you are that's none of my business. I'm just grateful for all of you. Group hug!! Too much? Sorry

Monday, October 3, 2011

The tooth fairy files a grievance



Dear Colleen, Drew, and Camryn,

I hereby am giving you notice that I am filing an official complaint against your family. In the last 7 days I have been to your house to retrieve 4 teeth. Yes, count them....1...2...3...4 teeth. You have to be serious. Who do you think I am? Peter Pan? I have a family I could be spending time with you know. I can't just be out 4 nights a week picking up teeth from you as if I don't have to fly my kids to soccer practice or go to fairy parent-teacher interviews. Camryn losing 3 baby teeth and then Drew losing one as well. All within 7 days. Sheesh!!

I am overworked and underpaid. I'm going broke you know!! If I have to dig through my change purse and fly all the way to your house carrying another loonie or toonie.....and given how tiny my wings are. I mean come on!!

I insist on more holidays between visits. Maybe even save up and I can pick them up all at once. I would also like benefits so that I can get a massage or some chiropractic care every now and then. Okay I admit when both kids lost teeth on the same day I got to do the two teeth in one night....but it was already my third visit that week. Then I just had to carry two coins at once so it really didn't make it any easier for me. I have strained a wing and do you even care?

As I am now on short term disability due to my chronic wing condition you may not be seeing me for awhile. In the mean time the Easter Bunny has agreed to fill in for me. I suggest that you leave out some carrots for him though. The last family that forgot found a little pile of bunny droppings by the bed. I'm just letting you know.


The tooth fairy