Random things my brain has brought to the surface.

My older son has a new tendency to cry about “his” dog (Wiley). Wiley has an unidentified lump on his right side, at the bottom of his ribs. I made a vet appt wayyyy back in May, and then canceled it for whatever reason. Well…it’s not going away. He’s still the same dog, and it’s not as if he’s wasting away, or has stopped chasing the cats when he thinks we’re not looking. But Austin is upset, because he thinks that the lump has to be Something, and that Something will kill “his” dog.

Today is soccer wrap up. Jack has two games, two hours apart (fun!). I have to be there to set up, distribute medals (dog tags, actually, we switched it up this year), get the certificates to coaches, and whatever else comes up. Of course, it looks to be clear, sunny, and a whopping 12C (53F). FUUUCK. I’m going with the layered look. Many, many layers.

I really wish our Damn Trailer in the place my husband lived would just be GONE already. There are people who say they want to buy it, but it’s been a very long process, waiting for them to sell their house, blah blah blah. Yesterday was supposed to be the paper-signing day for them….and I haven’t heard from them.

We ran out of margarine this morning. I’m not a butter person, so we use margarine. I usually have lots in the house, just in case I get the urge to bake. I thought I had another container, but no. That was dessicated roast & potato leftovers from god knows what month. My husband obviously doesn’t take his job as Chief Leftover Eater very seriously.

I keep typing words in short hand, and it’s messing me up. “the house” above was originally thouse, until I caught my error. “very seriously” was veseriously. Hm. New language, anyone?

Cannot….resist….MEME!

1. I’ve come to realize that my chest-size … is negligible, seeing as my husband is NOT a Tit Man.

2. I’ve come to realize that my job … is frustrating and enjoyable, all at once.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving … I had better stop zoning out.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need … more time to myself.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost … my tolerance for annoying background noise. (thanks, boys!)

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when … my husband makes one particular face. It means he’s got a rant on, and I just don’t have the fucking energy.

7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk … hell has probably frozen over.

8. I’ve come to realize that money … is great, until you don’t have enough.

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people … are truly, absolutely, mind-bogglingly stupid.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always … enjoy watching home improvement shows, as opposed to actually doing any home improvements.

11. I’ve come to realize that my sibling … is one of my favourite people.

12. I’ve come to realize that my mom … drives me nuts. That’s her job, right?

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone … is something I must have with me at all times.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning … I was happy it’s Thursday. One step closer to the weekend.

15. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep … I like having my husband at home, in bed next to me.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking … that I should probably go to bed.

17. I’ve come to realize that my dad … is a pretty cool guy.

18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook … I am sometimes disappointed and bored.

19. I’ve come to realize that today … was an ok day.

20. I’ve come to realize that tonight … my husband isn’t home, and I get the big TV and the couch all to myself.

21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow … is Friday!

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to … get away for a few days.

23. I’ve come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is … no one, since I doubt anyone reads this blog.

24. I’ve come to realize that life … is good, in an overall, hindsight kind of way.

25. I’ve come to realize that this weekend … will be busy.

26. I’ve come to realize that marriage … should come with disclaimers.

27. I’ve come to realize that my friends … are a nice mix of my kind of Crazy.

28. I’ve come to realize that this year … is the year I start the slide to a big birthday.

29. I’ve come to realize that my ex is … someone I once dated.

30. I’ve come to realize that maybe I should … stop being so hard on my kids.

31. I’ve come to realize that I love … being alone.

32. I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand … so many things.

33. I’ve come to realize my past … is just my past.

34. I’ve come to realize that parties … aren’t my favourite thing.

35. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified of … something happening to my kids.

Thanks to Candy for the meme.

Parlez-vous le francais?

That title, along with a few other words, is about the sum total of my French-speaking ability. I should have kept up with it, what with all the years I took it in HS. Oh, and probably because my dad’s family is from France. Heh.

But now? I have a 6th grader in French Immersion (Late Fr. Immersion, to be exact). Yes, Austin has been plunged into a new grade and a new language. So far, he’s doing well. The class is huge – grade 6 late FI, plus grade 6 & 7 early FI. 31 kids. He’s paired up with a kid who has been in FI since Kindergarten, and she translates for him all day long.

Jack is enjoying Grade 2, as far as I can tell. He tells me they don’t learn anything, and colour all day long. I doubt he realizes that he’s learning, and I seriously doubt it’s colouring all day, all the time. Seven year olds are amusing, though.

So much more to write, I’m not sure where to start:

J’s room is a mess. We had a crazy-ass storm in early September, including a downpour of rain and hail for an hour. Unfortunately, the rain overwhelmed our gutters or something, and the water came into J’s room – probably through the wall. Water-logged carpet, damp paneling, the works. I discovered it two mornings after the storm, and ended up having to empty the room at 6 am. Then the kids told me they knew about it the night of the storm. WTF?! We pulled the carpet (both layers) and most of the paneling (may as well drywall now, right?). Next up: ripping off the front deck, digging down around the foundation, and applying sealant. CANNOT WAIT.

The Damn Trailer, aka the Place My Husband Lived While he Worked out of Town, is almost sold. Guess what we’ll be doing with some of the money? See paragraph above.

Work is still stupid-busy. This is budget month (argh), and I had to find a way to make it realistic for next year. The best part is that I should (fingers crossed) be able to hire a new person in the spring.

Must run. The children are seriously pissing me off at the moment, so I have to go kick some asses.

What month is it?

Oh, right. September. The month of kids going back to school…and of me going back to making the dreaded daily lunches for said children returning to school. ARGH.

If I were even slightly organized, I would make lunches at night. Instead, I get up at the ass-crack of dawn, have some quiet time, and plot how to escape the house without children. This summer was great: no lunches, no daycare, and I could go in to work at any hour. That may seem a bit twisted, but lately I can only get things done if our office is closed….busy is good, but it’s making me fucking nuts.

Now? I have to take the kids to school. I refuse to let them walk the 1 km to the nearest bus stop, seeing as the entire walk takes place at the side of one of the busiest roads in these parts. I’ve seen how *I* drive on that road, and there are much worse drivers than me to worry about. NO THANKS. I am going to ask/beg/demand of my husband that he take them in tomorrow. Maybe we’ll work out a kid-dropoff-sharing thing.

In the news of the bizarre: I scraped ice (thin, but there) off the van windshield on Friday morning. Tonight, it’s 27C in my house. Gotta love those temperature swings! Nothing like a set of frozen, sandal-clad toes at 8 am, and sweaty pits at 6 pm. SEXY.