Day 30…It’s over.

Today’s random thoughts:

Wallyworld, be it new, old, small or Super, is JUST Wallyworld. Prices on 80% of their stuff is basically the same as in my small town. The other 20% is stuff that I can’t be bothered to travel for.

Shopping with friends is WAY fun. Especially when everybody’s totally relaxed and there’s no agenda or time constraints.

I am having fun gathering items for this year’s “Random Employee Appreciation” for my staff. I already got them a day off in January – we’re volunteering at a Torch Relay event – and the rest of what I have planned is going to make them very happy!

I am exceedingly impatient when it comes to gift giving. I couldn’t care less about what I get, but when I’ve found something good for someone, I can’t wait for them to have it.

Day 29.

Technically, I’m done my 30 posts….and I only missed one day. Whee.

The cats are restless, spazzing about the house. It’s going to be a looong winter. They hate being cooped up just about as much as they hate the cold & snow.

Off to do some Christmas shopping today….more later. Maybe.

Day 28.

You know something? It’s much easier to just label posts “Day whatever” instead of trying to title them. There’s so much pressure to get the title just right. Or…maybe I’m just weird, and it’s just me. Probably. Definitely.

I spent 4 hours at a local car dealership today, sitting on my fat ass, waiting for people & their pets to come get photos with Santa. I was the photographer. Three people showed up. Not exactly stellar. Oh well, I’ll be doing the same thing the next two Saturdays to come. Whee!

Since yesterday, I’ve managed to bang up my knee and stub two toes on the lounger in the living room (perhaps I need to give up the habit of walking around the house in the dark?). This is in addition to the lovely period breakout I’m experiencing – the left side of my face has a constellation of zits that are driving me crazy.

Other than that, just another quiet weekend. The dog is limping, I rearranged the living/dining room a bit, and I can’t figure out where the hell the Xmas tree is going this year.

Day 27

Christmas has officially kicked off in our little town. Tonight was the Santa Claus parade, and my kids got to be in it! I even had a little verklempt moment, watching the various vehicles and floats go by…I realized that I love where we live. I can’t even explain it.

In the space of two hours, I managed to: get the kids to D’s store so they could ride in the truck, write out and sign two large cheques on behalf of the soccer association, watch a parade, find my kids again, spend 20 minutes in DQ’s drive thru (sale = busy, apparently), hit the GM dealer to see the charity Xmas trees on offer, return the kids to D, get some of my bits waxed, pick up & take the kids home, change clothes, and head back to town.

I wasn’t kidding when I told the esthetician that the wax appt was the most relaxing part of my day.

Got some shopping done, but not much for Xmas. I think the steal of the night was the $25 king-size sheet set, in microfleece. Perfect for those -30C winters….

Day 26.

I have no idea what to post.

Can’t really say much in detail about the disagreement my husband and I had. Are having. Whatever. He’s not a fan of the industry in which I work, to put it mildly.

I suppose I could rant & rave about how disappointed I am that J seems to have lost his DS (again), his digital camera (again), AND a complete Wii game with remote add-on. How this happens, I have no clue. We have a small house. Very small. Like 700 square feet per floor – 2 of them – small. One bathroom for 4 people SMALL. Where the fuck can you lose things?! I’m seriously beginning to suspect theft…but I don’t know who to actually suspect.

On a happier note, I think I’ve figured out where the tree is going this year. It’ll involve some furniture rearrangement, and I may end up buying a new desk while I’m at it. Fun!

Day 25

One month until Christmas. Just like that, 2009 is almost over.

Insane, isn’t it?

We seem to have decided on the “big” gifts for the kids – both of which they’ll share. Can’t post now, just in case the little techno-freaks have discovered mommy’s happy place (aka this blog). I can’t be too careful, right?

I’m done tonight….got nothing. Going to watch Glee

Day 24.

Movie night. Actually, dinner & movie “date” night with my kid. The one that keeps growing, and recently turned 11. Oy.

We saw New Moon and I have to say I enjoyed the movie. The eye candy was also most excellent, although it’s possible I’ve shot straight past “cougar” and right into “creepy old lady” land. I’ve read the books, I know how it ends…and yet I can’t help but root for Jacob. And his yummy abs, of course. Edward is sparkly, but he’s always clothed. Boring.

J’s night is coming, just as soon as The Blind Side comes to our one-screen theatre.

Day 23: My dog is an asshole.

The kids go to a dual-track school here in the back of beyond. That’s just a fancy way of saying, “We teach both of Canada’s official languages here.” Although I suppose that might be obvious, considering I have a child in French immersion now. Or did I not mention that?

Anyhoo…just tell me to shut up already with the long & roaming backstories. Seriously. This is how I talk in Real Life. Very wordy.

So…every year the Canadian Parents for French group does a fundraiser. I order some stuff, and guilt-slash-annoy my staff into buying things. (don’t worry, they get me back) The order came home with J today. Without thinking, I left it on the floor when I took A to karate.

Dumb move of the week. And it’s only Monday!

Wiley (the dog that is an asshole) dug into the bag, pulled out someone’s box of chocolate malted balls, and proceeded to tear it open. When I got back, he wasn’t quite finished the entire box, and he immediately started skulking under the table. Thanks, dog. Did I mention you’re an ASSHOLE?

Yes, I know chocolate is toxic to dogs. However, the true percentage of dog-maiming chocolate in this box is likely very low, and since he’s currently having a TwitchyNap (you know, the ones where it looks like they’re moving/running), he seems ok. He’s had chocolate before – in the form of one entire advent calendar, which he had to get on the dishwasher to reach. Again, ASSHOLE.

We do feed him regularly. He even gets treats on occasion. And yet, Wiley has spent his entire doggy life looking for the next thing to eat. He has gone camping with us, only to steal food from every other site (all friends of ours, luckily). He’s gotten into the garbage, both inside & outside the house. He’s probably eaten half-dead mice that the cats bring in as offerings. Yep, he’s just your average asshole dog. Who eats someone else’s chocolate malted balls. That I now have to replace and/or pay for.

Day 22.

Almost two months ago, I came to a realization. I’ve been spending over $100 (sometimes more) a year on purses, usually in the $50-$60 range. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t consider spending more than $20 on a purse. Sad, but true.

And now? I think all these cheaper versions are a waste. I’m seriously considering a Real Purse. One that is not “leather-like” but real, actual leather. One that will cost me about $200….and will probably last for 2-4 years.

The last one I bought was bright red, on the small side, and relatively unstructured. That was in June. It’s already looking like shit, although I still love the colour.

I’ve had my eye on one on Ebay for a couple of weeks. It was recently reduced in price, but still. $200. My inner Scrooge is having issues with this. Yes, it’s a $400+ purse (according to the listing, which has photos of the actual retail tag on the purse). Yes, it’ll last me. BUT. I’d better be DAMN sure I love it, because that same inner Scrooge will not allow me to relegate it to the closet for a long time.

Urgh. Back to pondering.

Day 21.

I live with a herd of apes.

Boy-children thundering up & down the stairs. Non-stop food requests. A grocery bill that keeps growing….

Husband-person trying his “moves” on me in the middle of the living room.

OY.