Welcome to another ho-hum week in Karenland, Friday Fragments-style (show some love to the Fab Mrs4444 when you get a chance):
Exciting news of the week, particularly for the blogger in me: A Bloghopping reunion!! Whoot!
It's been revived for tonight, by the awesomeness who is BusyDad Jim. I found some of my best blogging buddies through this parents/girls/boys/everyone weekend out, that was the brainchild of Jim, oh back in early 2008. We also had some fun on the now defunct cre8buzz social network. Oh the good old less than instantaneous pre-twitter days...
So if you're here from there...
welcome or welcome back! I'll be checkin' you out later, with drinks in hand. And a very special BIRTHDAY hop to my gal fellow Bhopper Secret Agent Mama. Raise a glass to this talented lady too, 'kay? And be forewarned that the following will meander, as I have saved a Pomtini especially for this occasion.
Got my haircut this week by the woman who I thought I would never go back to. She first cut my boy's hair when he was 2 years old. He loved her; my daughter has loved her since her first cut at 18 months; and now my hubs also goes to her. But me? I've had this psychological wall in my brain that had "do not go to the same stylist as the kids" graffiti ed across it. Why? I do not know.
Oh wait, maybe because I tried her once when the girlie was 10 months old, and she looked at my stomach area and asked if baby #3 was along the way. Jokingly, of course, but I how could I possibly think that was funny? I seethed through the 2 hour experience of cut and colour. Hubs thought the hair was nice; I never went back for myself. Well, until yesterday.
I guess in 4 years I've finally gotten over it, and to be honest, she did do a great job. It's poofy again, but my hair's longer and thinner, so I can deal.
I am in desperate need of a light fixture for our kitchen (can you believe it's almost been 2 years since we started the kitchen reno?), new set of furniture for the family room (couches have lost all spring and are now a cesspool of bacterial toxin due to rotting cheese string fibres, juice box drippings, cookie crumblings), and new window coverings to replace the blinds that have been hacked to death by light sabers gone wild.
We're hosting a potluck for my hub's department next weekend, so there's a sense of urgency. I think two years is a bit of a long wait for kitchen lighting. Better get cracking.
We slept in today. Yay? Well, not really, when you're woken up by your 9 year old screaming:
"IT'S 8:20, IT'S 8:20 WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!!".
I got up and immediately sprung into action. I'm really fighting any inclination I might have to be remotely organized by refusing to make the boy's lunch the night before. As if the sandwich would be any fresher made 12 hours later just to be packed for another 5 hours...but I digress.
I asked the boy what time he got up.
"7:00 AM". WHAT?
So why didn't he wake us up earlier? Well, apparently it's not really his responsibility, he just happened to look and noticed the time, so we were lucky. Get with the program parents!!! (GRRRRRR......!!!)
Thank goodness the man had taken the day off, so he was there to help me get the girl ready. She did change outfits, but only one time due to the time constraints. Can you believe they still made it onto the bus at 8:35 AM?
After the kids were on the bus, we parents scuttled around a bit, still recovering from the rude awakening. Sitting down for our coffee, the door bell rang and we saw a tall man through the translucent curtains by the door.
We hate door-to-door sales people. Especially before we've had our coffee. Most of the time they're unscrupulous energy supply sales people who just want to spy on our electrical bills. So Ian got up to go the door, muttering under his breath..."Wonder who this JACKASS is now..."
And opens the door to one of my old friends from high school who I haven't seen in a couple of years!! Turns out he was in the neighbourhood to visit a client and was early, wanted to stop by to say "Hi". Of course I made a mad dash up the stairs to get something on (over my Tshirt and sweats) and could overhear him laughing with the hubs about how he was sure he saw me just in that state back in good old Scarborough days.
Pleasant surprise, and he cracked up when we told him we thought he was just a regular jackass.
Husband had day off + girlie wanted to go her friend's for a playdate after school = bonus child-free afternoon for the adults.
Hubs took me to lunch down in Liberty Village, a part of town going through some re- gentrification. Last time I was there was when I took the boy down for his TV show audition.
We had a great meal at the Brazen Head pub; which would have been perfect were it not for the overabundance of Irish tunes blasting through the airwaves throughout the entire meal. I like an occasional Irish jig or two, but having to constantly suppress the irrational urge to get up and kick up our heels every half second was getting a tad annoying. It's an Irish pub... we get it. Just throw in something from this century for good measure, will ya? (They did play a couple of U2, Cranberries and Pogues tunes, but only a smattering. Must drive the wait staff batty!).
We saw some interesting car ornaments on the way downtown. Never seen a taxi lei'd before? We just did.
So I put my creative hat on and I think I might fashion my own lei made up of decapitated Power Ranger torsos, Batman heads and GI Joe limbs. I have a huge collection strewn all over the basement play area floor, that are just begging to be re-used. My Odyssey will look grand adorned with a superhero inspired garland, don't you think?
I know, I'm a sick, sick puppy.
That's all folks. Have a wonderful weekend.