memo to randall....BAH HUMBUG.

watched the apprentice last night
and found it to be fairly predictable...
there's a big stress factor thrown in for both people
and then they fix it up
and the show goes on
and someone gets chosen to win
and really, i wasn't actually rooting specifically
for anyone...i liked them both pretty much the same
but
holy...
randall...
could you have looked any worse with your whole
"its the apprentice, not the apprenti"
rhetoric...
i guess once you have won, we get to see what you
are really like...which appeared to be both selfish
and insecure by your sudden outburst last night...

tsk. tsk.
i was actually a little embarrassed for you.

storm day!

its our first storm day of the winter,
hurray!
yeah.
except the kids i look after after
are still coming.
boo.

heh heh.

oh well...we'll make the best of it.

speaking of making...
last night i made this



it is for the new baby in our "family"

welcome to the world, donovan!

if i had a million dollars...la la la

if i had a million dollars
i'd buy a green dress
but not a real green dress...
thats cruel...

teehee...

i will never get tired of that song.

i was inspired by this wish list
enough to make me do my own...

so...if i had a million dollars...this is what i would buy:

Book-wise:
  • this...because i soooo loved a million little pieces
  • this...because i adore her and always have...i consistently find myself living within her words
  • this and this and this, because although i don't plan it, i am always struck by canadian writers...
  • since the learning-to-knit, wanting-to-scrapbook, longing to learn-to-crochet stage has
    hit me, i have found books such as this, and this, and this
Turn up the Radio:

 I feel pretty, oh-so-pretty:

 Got DVD??

 and i would love to add more,
cause i don't think that added up to a million dollars yet,
but the rugrats are stirring (not to mention, stinky)
and so i need to go...

pamper-girl off to the rescue...

sigh.

write it out, let it go....

Dear Editor of My Local Small Town Paper,

I have mulled over how to tell this story for a couple of days
and, in the end, have decided there is no way to sugar coat it.
It is best just to jump into the story without any pretenses.

A close relative of mine was visiting another relative at our
local hospital recently. The patient has been in care for an
extended amount of time due to a serious illness. After my
"aunt" finished her visit, she went to pick up some groceries.
To her surpise and utter dismay, she found that her wallet
was missing.

This discovery would obviously be upsetting to any one of us
but on this day, my aunt had cashed a two week paycheque
and that entire amount of money was in the wallet. She
backtracked all the places she had been and did not find it.
Eventually, a staff member of the hospital called her to tell
her they found the wallet.

I wish, at this point, I could brighten all of our days by saying
what a goodwill Christmas-like story this is because all the money
was still in the wallet. But sadly, I can't say that. The wallet
was empty.

I wish, at this point, I could portray to you the kind of woman
my aunt is. She is funny and smart and sharp as a tack.
Like any of us, she has had her ups and downs in life, but
you would never know it when you see her constant smile
or hear her vividly contagious laugh.

I wish, at this point, that I could be forgiving and empathetic
towards the person or people who found the wallet and emptied
it of it's contents. But I can't. What I would like to say to that
person was best said by my husband:
"I hope whatever you buy with the money, you choke on it."

tough talker???


so....
here is where we find out whether or not
mommy really means it when she says
that he will wear the glasses
and he will wear the patch
whether he wants to or not
because its for the good of his eyes
or whether mommy is actually more a
softie
then she would normally like to admit...

he hates the glasses.

not because of the glasses,
but because he can't see with them on
which i wasn't expecting...he says my two fingers
look like four
and four looks like eight...
he can't see the tv no matter where he is at...
i expected this when we put the patch on,
but this is without the patch...
i am thinking about waiting until monday
and then calling to make sure this is the reaction
we should be seeing just in case something is not right
with the prescription....

i am also having second thoughts.

what if we put him through this
only to find out its not only not going to work
but it causes his bad eye to turn inwards
which the doctor said it might...

i love being a parent, but
i hate these kinds of life-changing decisions.

by the way, he is laughing at my hair in both
these pictures. he said he couldn't see it clearly
but even blurrily seen, it was fairly funny.