Who has two thumbs festooned with rings?

This girl.

In fact, I have one thick ring on my left thumb (my mother's wedding ring) and four thin rings on my right. I often get questions about how I can bend my thumbs (um... just as easily as any other ring) and if I ever take them off (no). Recently I was asked when I started wearing them and I didn't even have to think about it for a second. I've had some sort of ring on either or both thumbs since 1985. I was inspired.

That was the year that Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome came out. Tina Turner looked amazing to me as an impressionable 18-year-old, and her character Aunty Entity was so freaking badass. She wore chain mail, had a wild wig, and she had a thumb ring. I copied the only thing I could. And that's the story.

kxx

I miss the tv olden days

Remember when we watched new shows all fall and winter? It was great to have new episodes for months without a break. Then the weather would get warmer and all you wanted to do was go out and play. And thanks to the network tv gods, you could do that because there was nothing on but repeats all summer long. Amazing.

Now there are so many new shows starting and finishing whenever they want, I can't keep it straight. For instance, The Walking Dead had its season finale last night and they haven't announced when it's coming back. I miss having only a short few months to wait to see who shot JR*. And some shows are even worse.

I loved Mad Men when it started. Then after the first few seasons they took a huge, ridiculous break... something like 2 years. Even though I loved the show, and this may be showing my age, but I couldn't remember what happened when the show came back. I couldn't get back into it and I abandoned it one episode into that new season.

Twelve weeks is long enough for my feeble brain to hold on to the threads of all the shows I watch. After 2 years, I've forgotten I even watched the show in the first place. I've been known to forget what I had for breakfast** or what colour shirt I have on is*** without looking down.

Anyway, thus endeth my rant.

* it was Kristin (spoiler alert from 1980)
** a protein shake (easy but I've had one every morning for over a year)
***black (and I had to look)

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Only at preschool

So today in class we were talking about things that made us happy. We got some great answers: hugs, kisses, playing with friends and just plain old playing. Then we got this answer from a little boy...

"when I go for a poop on the potty"

Typical man.

kxx

Photo Dump!

Audrey and I went out for coffee (okay, tea) after a rigorous day of shopping. It's a hard knock life.

This made me laugh. You know the old saying: "If you can't laugh at Costco you go on a shooting spree" or something to that effect? Anyway, this man's cart was full of women's bladder control underwear. I had to take a picture.

Just trying to make Audrey laugh at school.

Putting a little english on my bowling ball. I did really well that day on only my second time ever.

Saw this at the store and thought Henry would be interested. He wasn't.

My Pi Day apple pie. You can barely see it, but there's a pi symbol on the top. Funny story... I had to google what it looked like.

Scott brought these home for me for no reason at all. I think I'll keep him.

The man himself and me at the hockey arena my second time singing the national anthem with my ukulele group. Sidenote: we were awesome.

Here we are on the way to the ice. Note the cheat sheets on the backs of the people in the front. Hee.

First day of Spring. I have two letters for that day. F and U.

Took this one today to remind me of whose report cards I'm doing. It's a third of kids in my class.

So that's the photos I've taken since the last photo dump. One little vent before I go...

I hate the time change. Not for the reasons that everyone gives, just for the fact that when I feel the need to start cooking supper, It's already 6pm. We haven't eaten dinner before 6:45 since the day we moved the clocks back. Can we stop this now?

kxx

This is my mum

Yesterday she would have turned 81. I lost her (we all lost her) 20 years ago. I know relationships are complicated but I can't help but feel jealous when I hear about people even older than me who still have their mums. Worse yet is when I hear that they don't get along. I get it. I do. People are different and parents are no exception. I understand. But when I think about my kids never having a crushing Granny hug or sloppy kiss, and how much I know she would have loved and influenced them, I just feel completely gypped. 

Look at this groovy lady. Circa 1978

kxx

Back to normal

I've been sick for a while and I still have a nagging dry cough that has frequently made me lose my dignity (if you get my drift). But maybe I'll gain some abs. I'm thinking I may feel back to 100% by June. maybe July.

Here's what's been going on lately:

I loved the Oscars. I refuse to hear anything bad said about my secret (only to him) gay boyfriend NPH. He made me laugh, even when he was badgering Octavia Spencer. Watching it via Skype with Kathy in the UK was amazing as always. When I think back to the days when we'd make a 4 hour long distance phone call, I break out in hives. My favourite dress was Margo Robbie's.

I usually hate black dresses, and sleeves can be hit or miss but the jewelly, the hair and the lipstick all together...she looks absolutely stunning.

Everything else is going great. My kids are still teenagers and most days I successfully suppress the urge to abandon them at the nearest emergency room. On the days I don't, I find that grabbing my ukulele and learning a new song releases tons of stress. Right now I'm struggling through "Nothing Compares 2 U". I find it easy to play but super hard to sing. That Sinead sure has some pipes. That I don't have. Watch this space for me strangling my way through it in public in the next few weeks. More likely months.

Work is fun but so so busy. Plus the kids are constantly coughing and sneezing on me, making me feel like I'm in the world's germiest rainforest. Bright side: free tropical holiday. Check me out on Beach Day:

Watch out Margo Robbie, I'm comin' fer ya...

So that's my mini update for today. I'm actually glad that I have nothing new to report. You know the Chinese curse "May you live in interesting times"? That's so not me right now. All I do is work then flop onto the couch, try to catch up on the pile of unwatched tv shows on the PVR, while I cough and cough and try (unsuccessfully) not to pee myself. There are worse problems. Aren't there?

kxx