Wow.. March already... and the last half of March. Today is in the mid 20's out there and I just came back to work after a short walk. It was very difficult to open that front door and walk thru it.
Well.. now it is Mar 27th.. I spent the past weekend bonding with my 4 yr old grandson. If I could just tap into his energy source. We walked to the park twice on Friday and then back to my place for a game of hide and seek. I had forgotten how much running is involved in that game. I drove him home about 5pm, came home and crashed until Bob came home from work at 8. I grabbed a frozen pizza from the basement freezer, and thru that in the oven for his supper. He is lucky to get that considering I had to walk down those basement stairs and back up again, after my very active day.
Saturday I foolishly went to Costco.... dear God, what was I thinking. I figured if I went as soon as they opened, I could be out of there in record time and back on the road home..... wrong.... my own mistake of course. I browsed thru the clothing section, the book section, the seasonal section and the candy.....
I took by son Brandon along so I did get some quality mother/son bonding in as well. After we escaped from Costco, we slipped around the corner to the Lindt outlet... that's right.. the chocolate place. Big bargains on those cute little gold bunnies, plus they gave us a free bunny when we left. That made the stress of Costco all go away. And to top the morning off, I had a wonderful breakfast with my son. I dropped him off, with his Costco treasures and headed home for a nap. After my nap, I think my mental balance was off because I walked up to Bob's workplace as part of my new exercise program. I am starting to wonder if I have an inner death wish, because I truly thought I was going to die by the time I got to Nexans.
It's not over..... Sunday I spent the day bonding with Caleb again... we really do have a wonderful time together, but he wears me out. This time we went for a walk and then headed to a "new" park. The park was between my house and Bob's work. After about 20 minutes at the park, Caleb had to poop.... really badly.. in his words. It was closer to Nexan than home so we headed to see Papa. Well, he obviously didn't have to go that badly because we stopped at every ant hill, unusual stone and picked up half a dozen sticks. When we finally got to our destination he was distracted again and did not have to go. He was abit tired after our adventurous walk and actually asked Papa for the truck keys, so Grandma could drive him back to the park. Bob almost wet himself. He was sure Caleb would be at least 16 before he came around looking for the keys to his truck. Anyway, he reached into his coat pocket and gave him the keys.... I guess it is what we can expect for our future with our grandsons........ with no regrets...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
2012... Let's start over
Well... it has been way to long since I have written anything. I just had the most wonderful Christmas & New Year holiday. I spent a great deal of time with my family and my friends............. and we ate & ate & ate. I was grateful to return to work and some normal routine and back to three meals a day, instead of 16 hour grazing from morning to night.
I also spent a great deal of time cooking in my wonderful new kitchen which also didn't help the grazing.
I just spent the last couple hours looking up new recipes. But the recipes were health and heart wise. Have you noticed where my mind is always gathering? Food, food food. I think I might have a problem. Well.. I have to sign off now.... there's a fresh ham in the fridge that would make a lovely sandwich...........
I also spent a great deal of time cooking in my wonderful new kitchen which also didn't help the grazing.
I just spent the last couple hours looking up new recipes. But the recipes were health and heart wise. Have you noticed where my mind is always gathering? Food, food food. I think I might have a problem. Well.. I have to sign off now.... there's a fresh ham in the fridge that would make a lovely sandwich...........
Friday, June 24, 2011
Martyrdom........
I have to say that this has certainly been a busy week. Just a quick recap... last Friday evening I stayed up all night with several friends and family, walking a grass track, in honor of family & friends who have fought and lost and those that have won their battle, with cancer. The Fergus Relay for Life was the hot spot to be. Our team raised an amazing $9200.00.
All weekend I busied myself with getting the house ready for rehab... Bob was scheduled for knee replacement. Tuesday, our beautiful new grandson came into our family. This morning Bob went in and now has a beautiful new "bionic" knee. I am expecting great things from him now... like a walk around the block would be nice. I am worried about that Bionic sound that we used to hear when the six dollar man used to run... I always found that annoying.
I have always said that I have absolutely no Martyr tendencies and that if Bob ever got sick, he could expect to go directly to the home as I also possess no nursing skills. (or patience) I told him that, even before we got married so he knew that when I said in our wedding vows, " in sickness and in health" I had my fingers crossed.
So 35 years later, he is broken and without hesitation, expects me to stick around and see that he gets fixed.
I decided I would try it and see where it goes.... so...... this morning, instead of just dropping off at the drive thru at the hospital, I parked the car and took him in. He was a little nervous. Not only did I help him with his registration, I went with him to check into the day surgery room. I had expected to just leave him there, but the nurse made me come with them into the little room where he had to change into the Peekaboo gown and paper slippers. I really should have taken pictures. In comes this perky little nurse to check his vitals and get some disclaimers signed. I suggest that maybe it is time for me to go on to work, when she asks if I would like to sit in the waiting room until the surgery is done. I thought she was joking so I just laughed. Then she sort of cocked her head to one side and stared at me the way the dog did when he was confused. I had to explain that no, I would not be staying, but perhaps someone could call me when it was over. "oh yes", she said, "we can do that". I gave her my cell number, which Bob thought to be quite funny as I seldom have it turned on. Which by the way I did turn on as soon as I got to the car.
After about five minutes or so, she is done her little jobs and says "I'll be right back with the I.V.". I no longer cared what they thought of me as the caring wife.... I was out of there. I assured Bob that I did indeed love him, kissed him good-bye, and headed out the door.... with a promise to return sometime later in the day.
Well... I kept my promise.... I left work early, went and did some shopping for the new baby, thought I should probably pick up a few things for myself, and then headed to the hospital. By now it was after 4pm. I figured he would be in good shape by then. WRONG... he looked half dead when I came into his room. He was definitely not feeling as great as he thought he would be. He wasn't paying attention when I talked to him, something about the nausea and the pain..... I 'm not really sure.... I tried to interest him in my purchases, but I don't think he was listening. Kept whining about being tired. I mean.... he seemed to be abit tired after his surgery. I told him I would not talk for awhile if he wanted to sleep, and he took me up on it. I sat there with no book, nothing to do, for a whole hour, listening to him snore and the guy in the next bed, bitch about how stupid it was he couldn't go home... and why don't they have pizza in this hospital.
I kept looking at Bob laying there, slightly elevated, hands crossed over his chest.... .do you see where I am going with this.... all of a sudden I started to laugh, out loud, because all I could think was, "my God... when he dies we are going to have to have a closed casket... he looks terrible laying there."
When he finally woke up, he suggested I go home as he wasn't wanting to talk to me anyway. I said it was just like home and he told me to "piss off". I guess he is feeling better after that brief nap.
Well I did my wifely duty.... no on can say I didn't try.
In fact, I have asked my Catholic friends to send a note to the Pope inquiring about Martyrdom..
Don't you agree??????????????
All weekend I busied myself with getting the house ready for rehab... Bob was scheduled for knee replacement. Tuesday, our beautiful new grandson came into our family. This morning Bob went in and now has a beautiful new "bionic" knee. I am expecting great things from him now... like a walk around the block would be nice. I am worried about that Bionic sound that we used to hear when the six dollar man used to run... I always found that annoying.
I have always said that I have absolutely no Martyr tendencies and that if Bob ever got sick, he could expect to go directly to the home as I also possess no nursing skills. (or patience) I told him that, even before we got married so he knew that when I said in our wedding vows, " in sickness and in health" I had my fingers crossed.
So 35 years later, he is broken and without hesitation, expects me to stick around and see that he gets fixed.
I decided I would try it and see where it goes.... so...... this morning, instead of just dropping off at the drive thru at the hospital, I parked the car and took him in. He was a little nervous. Not only did I help him with his registration, I went with him to check into the day surgery room. I had expected to just leave him there, but the nurse made me come with them into the little room where he had to change into the Peekaboo gown and paper slippers. I really should have taken pictures. In comes this perky little nurse to check his vitals and get some disclaimers signed. I suggest that maybe it is time for me to go on to work, when she asks if I would like to sit in the waiting room until the surgery is done. I thought she was joking so I just laughed. Then she sort of cocked her head to one side and stared at me the way the dog did when he was confused. I had to explain that no, I would not be staying, but perhaps someone could call me when it was over. "oh yes", she said, "we can do that". I gave her my cell number, which Bob thought to be quite funny as I seldom have it turned on. Which by the way I did turn on as soon as I got to the car.
After about five minutes or so, she is done her little jobs and says "I'll be right back with the I.V.". I no longer cared what they thought of me as the caring wife.... I was out of there. I assured Bob that I did indeed love him, kissed him good-bye, and headed out the door.... with a promise to return sometime later in the day.
Well... I kept my promise.... I left work early, went and did some shopping for the new baby, thought I should probably pick up a few things for myself, and then headed to the hospital. By now it was after 4pm. I figured he would be in good shape by then. WRONG... he looked half dead when I came into his room. He was definitely not feeling as great as he thought he would be. He wasn't paying attention when I talked to him, something about the nausea and the pain..... I 'm not really sure.... I tried to interest him in my purchases, but I don't think he was listening. Kept whining about being tired. I mean.... he seemed to be abit tired after his surgery. I told him I would not talk for awhile if he wanted to sleep, and he took me up on it. I sat there with no book, nothing to do, for a whole hour, listening to him snore and the guy in the next bed, bitch about how stupid it was he couldn't go home... and why don't they have pizza in this hospital.
I kept looking at Bob laying there, slightly elevated, hands crossed over his chest.... .do you see where I am going with this.... all of a sudden I started to laugh, out loud, because all I could think was, "my God... when he dies we are going to have to have a closed casket... he looks terrible laying there."
When he finally woke up, he suggested I go home as he wasn't wanting to talk to me anyway. I said it was just like home and he told me to "piss off". I guess he is feeling better after that brief nap.
Well I did my wifely duty.... no on can say I didn't try.
In fact, I have asked my Catholic friends to send a note to the Pope inquiring about Martyrdom..
Don't you agree??????????????
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Once again..... I'm back
My promise to write regularly in this blog just keeps getting harder. Although, today it is really easy to write. We have been blessed with another grandbaby. Our new grandson is Jackson Richard Gear. He arrived yesterday, June 21, 2011 at noon, weighing in at a whopping 8lbs 10 oz. Tomorrow I get to go to the hospital to hold him for the first time. His big brother Caleb met him today. According to his Dad, he was very excited. My life is filled with beautiful boys.
On the other topic that I am sure you are all waiting to hear about...... the renovations...... the contractor is done.... do not confuse that with "the renovation is done". My kitchen is beautiful. Lovely hardwood floors, new cupboards and appliances. But the finishing touches... well, let's just say.. there aren't any finishing touches. The trim is incomplete, the bathroom is a bare room filled with extra drywall and insulation that they didn't even bother to clean up. The broom closet has not trim or even a door.
The bottom line is that I am sure the contractor had every intention of completing this job, but it was important to me to have the house finished for Christmas 2011. If you get my drift.
Any additional work that gets done, will be prefaced with a contract containing a solid finishing date.
Anyway, feel free to stop in to see what is done and after all... the front and back yard are magnificent.
On the other topic that I am sure you are all waiting to hear about...... the renovations...... the contractor is done.... do not confuse that with "the renovation is done". My kitchen is beautiful. Lovely hardwood floors, new cupboards and appliances. But the finishing touches... well, let's just say.. there aren't any finishing touches. The trim is incomplete, the bathroom is a bare room filled with extra drywall and insulation that they didn't even bother to clean up. The broom closet has not trim or even a door.
The bottom line is that I am sure the contractor had every intention of completing this job, but it was important to me to have the house finished for Christmas 2011. If you get my drift.
Any additional work that gets done, will be prefaced with a contract containing a solid finishing date.
Anyway, feel free to stop in to see what is done and after all... the front and back yard are magnificent.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Dust
Another day… more dust. I know I should not complain as more dust means that they are working everyday. But seriously, I am tired of chewing it. The minute I walk thru the door, I start licking my lips due to the dryness and all I taste is drywall dust. Not to mention, all my clothes have a powdery tinge to them.
I am so tired of eating out and trying to make meals for us at home. There just isn’t any room for preparation. Yesterday I gave in and bought a pile of prepared meals. There were steamy bowls, rice bowls, TV dinners, healthy microwavable meals, you name it and I think I saw it in the grocery store. I even bought little individual packages of cut up veggies, including calorie-wise dressing. I was able to make my lunch at home for today, with virtually no effort. On Monday, I barbequed chicken breasts, pork chops and breaded Swiss melts. Put them all in the fridge so that I can just throw them together with an M&M potato or pre-packaged salad. Almost like having a sink and counter of my own. The challenge will be to keep it up for another 3 or 4 weeks.
The other issue is the closeness between Bob & I. I am not talking relationship, I am talking physical distance…. there is none. We sit together in a spare room upstairs as I have mentioned before… filled with boxes and Rubbermaid containers, two chairs, two TV tables and a TV. The arms of the chairs are touching. I have tried to rearrange for more room but it just can’t be done. Well Bob says it can be done if I would throw out most of the “stuff”. I guess none of it is his……..
I am so tired of eating out and trying to make meals for us at home. There just isn’t any room for preparation. Yesterday I gave in and bought a pile of prepared meals. There were steamy bowls, rice bowls, TV dinners, healthy microwavable meals, you name it and I think I saw it in the grocery store. I even bought little individual packages of cut up veggies, including calorie-wise dressing. I was able to make my lunch at home for today, with virtually no effort. On Monday, I barbequed chicken breasts, pork chops and breaded Swiss melts. Put them all in the fridge so that I can just throw them together with an M&M potato or pre-packaged salad. Almost like having a sink and counter of my own. The challenge will be to keep it up for another 3 or 4 weeks.
The other issue is the closeness between Bob & I. I am not talking relationship, I am talking physical distance…. there is none. We sit together in a spare room upstairs as I have mentioned before… filled with boxes and Rubbermaid containers, two chairs, two TV tables and a TV. The arms of the chairs are touching. I have tried to rearrange for more room but it just can’t be done. Well Bob says it can be done if I would throw out most of the “stuff”. I guess none of it is his……..
Friday, April 29, 2011
Waiting....
Here I sit at the car dealership, waiting for an oil change. That has been my whole day… waiting…..
First I lay awake, staring at my alarm clock, 5 minutes before it was to go off. I didn’t want to get up because I still had 5 more minutes. Then I waited at every stop light on my way to work, because I hit them all red. Then I waited in my car, in the parking lot, before going into the office because it was pouring rain.
Response time on my computer was slow today and I sat and waited what seemed an eternity everytime I hit enter. Of course, that means that I spent a great part of my day waiting for the end of the work day.
I promised my kids I would stop at Costco on my way home to pick up a few things for them. Costco isn’t exactly on my way home.
Today I decided it would be a lot quicker if I took a different route. I should have listened to the radio, because for some reason the 401 had some lane closures and several feeder lanes were closed. It took 30 minutes to get from one intersection to the next… a normal 5 minute trip. It took a total of 45 minutes to get to my destination. Surprisingly, I found a parking spot almost instantly and I was very excited. It didn’t last too long… I couldn’t find a shopping cart. I had to wait until a young man went about the parking lot, collecting them.
I got hungry wandering around the store and there were lots of sample ladies so I decided to try out a few… guess what….. I had to wait while they got their samples ready.
An hour and a half later, I was back in the parking lot, loading up my trunk, and heading home.
Well.. not home, first the oil change, then I will have to stop at the young one’s place to drop off his groceries, then I have to stop and pick up something for supper, and then to the boy’s place to drop off his groceries. I am pretty sure I will be waiting once again, at each stop.
But then…. haven’t you all been waiting for me to write this new article for my blog……………
First I lay awake, staring at my alarm clock, 5 minutes before it was to go off. I didn’t want to get up because I still had 5 more minutes. Then I waited at every stop light on my way to work, because I hit them all red. Then I waited in my car, in the parking lot, before going into the office because it was pouring rain.
Response time on my computer was slow today and I sat and waited what seemed an eternity everytime I hit enter. Of course, that means that I spent a great part of my day waiting for the end of the work day.
I promised my kids I would stop at Costco on my way home to pick up a few things for them. Costco isn’t exactly on my way home.
Today I decided it would be a lot quicker if I took a different route. I should have listened to the radio, because for some reason the 401 had some lane closures and several feeder lanes were closed. It took 30 minutes to get from one intersection to the next… a normal 5 minute trip. It took a total of 45 minutes to get to my destination. Surprisingly, I found a parking spot almost instantly and I was very excited. It didn’t last too long… I couldn’t find a shopping cart. I had to wait until a young man went about the parking lot, collecting them.
I got hungry wandering around the store and there were lots of sample ladies so I decided to try out a few… guess what….. I had to wait while they got their samples ready.
An hour and a half later, I was back in the parking lot, loading up my trunk, and heading home.
Well.. not home, first the oil change, then I will have to stop at the young one’s place to drop off his groceries, then I have to stop and pick up something for supper, and then to the boy’s place to drop off his groceries. I am pretty sure I will be waiting once again, at each stop.
But then…. haven’t you all been waiting for me to write this new article for my blog……………
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
less than 8 months to go
I didn't forget to remind you on Monday that there are only 8 months left until Christmas 2011. I just didn't go online all day. So now I am reminding you that there are only 8 months left until Boxing Day 2011.
With all this beautiful Spring weather, I know it is hard to think about Christmas. But let me just point out to all of you, it is already, only 8 months to go. Where did those first 4 months go??
For me, they are just dragging by. Once again I whine about the mess and disarray of renovations. I have been in my house for over 30 years and the only "reno" we have ever done was to move furniture around a room while we either wall paper or paint or put in a new light fixture. I change my bedspread regularly too, but I now know that this does not count as renovations.
Bob thinks the renovations are wonderful.... there is not a Christmas item or Santa anywhere to be found in our house right now.
My withdrawal is usually tendered with being able to be in the backyard or better yet, the pool, but it is way too early for that too. I can't work my way thru my depression by baking because I don't have a stove... or anything that resembles a kitchen. I tried baking Easter cookies on the barbque, but that was abit of a disaster.
. Needless to say, Easter didn't perk me up much either. Oh, I had a wonderful weekend eating and being around my family. I guess that would pass for celebrating Easter, but I only like the Easter Bunny for his chocolate and I don't bother to decorate for his arrival... so not much preparation done there.
Is it any wonder that I just sit and whine, and just generally make Bob's life miserable.......Good job this is a once in a lifetime adventure........
With all this beautiful Spring weather, I know it is hard to think about Christmas. But let me just point out to all of you, it is already, only 8 months to go. Where did those first 4 months go??
For me, they are just dragging by. Once again I whine about the mess and disarray of renovations. I have been in my house for over 30 years and the only "reno" we have ever done was to move furniture around a room while we either wall paper or paint or put in a new light fixture. I change my bedspread regularly too, but I now know that this does not count as renovations.
Bob thinks the renovations are wonderful.... there is not a Christmas item or Santa anywhere to be found in our house right now.
My withdrawal is usually tendered with being able to be in the backyard or better yet, the pool, but it is way too early for that too. I can't work my way thru my depression by baking because I don't have a stove... or anything that resembles a kitchen. I tried baking Easter cookies on the barbque, but that was abit of a disaster.
. Needless to say, Easter didn't perk me up much either. Oh, I had a wonderful weekend eating and being around my family. I guess that would pass for celebrating Easter, but I only like the Easter Bunny for his chocolate and I don't bother to decorate for his arrival... so not much preparation done there.
Is it any wonder that I just sit and whine, and just generally make Bob's life miserable.......Good job this is a once in a lifetime adventure........
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