Was at a meeting with a resource teacher about Henry's math skills. He may be a lovely, lively boy with lots of personality but he sure ain't no Einstein.
At least comes by this honestly... I barely know the difference between pi and pie. Well, that's stupid. Of course I know the difference. One is a sideways equal sign with a squiggle on top and the other is delicious with whipped cream on top. But you get my drift.
I'm thrilled that the Oscars are finally here. I say it year after year... these are my Super Bowl. I've seen all the best picture nominees, I've bought my tickets for an Oscar party at a local movie theatre, the spare room is ready for a post-Oscar sleepover with a friend... I'm good to go.
In honour of this most holy of holy days (it always falls on a Sunday after all), here are my haiku movie review of wait for it... all 9 movies. You know, just in case you want to see them yourself and need a truly terrible poem to help make your decision.
A gentle movie
about love and devotion.
Wake me when it's done.
beards and haircuts, plus intrigue
equals a great flick.
Beasts Of The Southern Wild
Cute girl with big hair.
Drunken but devoted dad.
I'm asleep again.
Lordy this movie
is so flaming fantastic!
No review, just go.
So very thirsty.
Why? I boo-hooed myself dry.
Life of Pi
Nope, just tigers and lifeboats.
Still pretty cool, though.
The man did so much!
Freed slaves, [spoiler alert] died.
Bored to sleep again.
Silver Linings Playbook
Weird little movie.
Everyone's yelling or mad
unless they're dancing.
Zero Dark Thirty
They caught binLaden
But first some water-boarding
to wet our whistles.
It was PJ Day at school today. I love my work on a normal day but on a day where I can enjoy the exquisite pleasure of rolling out of bed and right into work, it's even better. Okay, in all honesty I rolled out of bed and into my gym clothes, then into a shower, applied a "natural" coat of makeup then into respectable pyjamas saved expressly for preschool pyjama days but the theory is still sound.
I also brought my oldest stuffed toy that my dad had named "Poomsie". It's a shapeless blob that looks homemade. It might have been, I never knew, but I loved it. My dad named it because the toy was given to me at around age 2 before I had the full power of speech. But I could say one thing, and my daddy has a weird sense of humour.
Because in my family poomsie means "fart".
So imagine my internal delight as my kids said it over and over today. I laughed all blessed day and it still sends me into giggle fits thinking about it. Needless to say I had the best day ever.
So he was still being post happy, meanly commenting on my being Canadian (easily seen on my profile), on the fact that I'm Christian (I posted "Jesus Christ what's the matter with you?" in one of my replies and the rocket scientist didn't realise that I'm actually committing a sin) and even threatened to beat Scott up. What is wrong with this mental case?
I blocked his ass after I stopped being amused by his foolishness but he went as far as to logging on with a different account to keep harassing me. I'm proud to say I stayed on the high road. After implying that Scott's the only reason I have a good life, this was my reply:
"We depend on each other and we like it that way! Thanks for watching my video AGAIN. My videos are monetised and every click adds money to my account for our next family holiday! We are all deeply grateful ;-)"
Funny... I haven't heard a peep from him since. Suck it, asshole.
I'm a married mother of 3. I'm Canadian. I'm a Whovian, a sci-fi nerd, a ukulele player, knitter, cartoon/animé lover and a tv/pop culture-holic, I keep a blog that inflates my already swollen ego. I'm not all that interesting but I have high self-esteem which makes up for it.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Let's talk about the stuff I love.