The Long and Winding Post

Now that I'm not blogging on a daily basis I've found that my posts have lengthened in order to make up for the days in between. My subconscious need to complete a blognovel of silly thoughts seems to surface in between days. So in my ever-increasing compulsion to multi-task, I combine this post with my regular "Weekly Winners" post (thanks to the ever-awesome and ever-hilarious Sarcastic Mom for starting this fun photo meme).

I think I shared with you the monumental milestone that G is now potty-trained. Every so often in the car, she'll utter "I've got to go pee-pee.". We've been very proud of her letting us know so diligently, but during the long drive that we recently did to and from the ski hills of Quebec, she said that a few times. To which her parents replied, "That's great G, thanks for telling us. Do you think you can hold it?"

And she said "No, I can't hold it!" Her brother repeated that he was holding it until the next gas station, and she got further frustrated, screaming again "I CAN'T hold it."

Then it dawned on me... she has nothing to "hold". Unlike her brother. Because she now knows the anatomical parts that make her and her brother different. Boys have "peanuts" which they can hold. Girls have "butts called the China", which they can't really hold. So we re-phrased the question: "Can you wait until we stop to find a washroom G?". And she replied: "Okay." It's all in how you ask the question, isn't it?

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In order to capture so many precious (blog) moments of my life, I decided to pull out this lovely journal that I've had for a while and populate it with fabulously lucid nuggets to further embellish on my online journal.

I brought it down to breakfast with me yesterday, and shared this with my partner as he was perusing the weekend paper.

Me: I think I'll start journalling.
The Man: Gerbilling? What?
Me: Journalling. I promise not to involve you in any of my gerbilling activities from here on in, though.

And since this blog shall remain PG rated, I won't get into other words that came up in our further conversation. I guess I did leave a fairly sheltered life prior to meeting hubs, thank goodness I have Ian to share his extensive knowledge of choice vocabulary with me. Courtesy of his obsession with Howard Stern perhaps?

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I borrowed the following CD from the library because there is no way I would ever consider buying it.
I usually consider his work overly schmaltzy, sentimental, and YEARNING. But I've been really enjoying the single "Somebody's Me" everytime it comes on the radio lately.

Guess what? I actually LIKE the rest of the CD. Especially all the songs sung in Spanish... whooo, get me a fan and some water. Hot.

Boy, I must be getting schmaltzy, sentimental and yearning in my horny old age. Even Ian would love to be able to sing like him... would the legions of women falling at Enrique's feet have anything to do with it? Hmmmmm.

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What happens when previously sheltered toys are evicted from their premises...


My associate publisher holding the aforementioned journal:



A Friday flyer find

(Honestly, even if you LOVE wolves, even if you DANCE with them, this is a bodyless wolf head perched on a stick. Doesn't belong anywhere in your household let alone your shelf, even if it is wondrously sale-priced.)

And we have island closure of sorts! We finally bought some counter stools for the kitchen. Lurve...