It’s deja vu all over again

The tree fell over again. Fully decorated and lit AGAIN. The only difference was that Scott was home this time. Oh, and there were a few gifts to get soaked by the glug-glugging Christmas tree water. I'm completely traumatised by the big stupid thing. I was only going to put plastic decorations back on but Scott, clever man that he is, anchored the sucker to the windowsill. Elliott amusingly mused that the tree could possibly fall through the picture window but it was only a little funny. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

kxx

I went to my secret best friend’s movie

Okay, you all know my obsession with Will Smith. To quickly refresh, I adore Will. Not in a sexual way at all but I know with all my heart that if he ever met me we'd hit it off and be fast friends. He and Jada and the kids would come over for BBQ and hot wings and we'd talk and laugh and I'd bring out a cake I made for the occasion. They'd love it and... where was I?

Oh yeah. I Am Legend. Awesome awesome movie. Will carries the whole thing by himself for the bulk of it. And he was wonderful to watch. Now, the zombies scared me so much that it actually wrecked the movie a bit for me but otherwise it was a "see this in the theatre" movie. I laughed, I cried, it had a good beat and I could dance to it. Even Scott liked it and he's picky. He likes nothing unless it's about a British/Canadian perspective of a true story of World War 2. So go see Uncle Will's movie. Did I mention I make my kids call him "Uncle Will"? Because that's how far gone I am.

kxx

Name of the game this week?

Kibosh.

Scott and I somehow managed to both get this week off. When we did, we called it "date week" and immediately started thinking of fun, single-style things we could do while the kids are at school. We could go to movies, Christmas shop, bake (okay, that was my suggestion), go to the hobby shop (that was his), sleep in (this includes some afternoon delight), and generally enjoy ourselves as if we had no kids for 6 hours.

Well, you know that old saying "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans"? Well that applies this week. And it's only Tuesday. Yesterday the kids were off school because of the snow cleanup from Sunday. So there went the shopping and the movies. Not a problem. We have the rest of the week, right? And at least we got to sleep in.

This morning they're back at school. Oops, I realize I can't sleep in because I have to get them ready. Kibosh on that. Then, during my morning ablutions, I notice that Aunt Flo has come over for an early and most certainly unwelcome visit. Kibosh. There goes the afternoon delight portion of the programme. And before you mention that we could still go on, let me remind you that we've been together for going on 20 years and that's just a big yuck on both our parts. Literally and figuratively. Sigh. At least we can still go to the movies and Christmas shopping.

And didn't I just now have to get up from the computer to check on the heaving cat? Yup, I did. Culprit? Christmas tree tinsel. I'm sensing a vet sized kibosh in out future.

kxx

Snow Day (part deux)

So yesterday we got an enormous dump of snow. Thirty-seven centimetres. They say it's the biggest one day total on yesterday's date in 60 years. All I know is that the kids being home have put the kibosh on Scott and my "date week". You already know, as usual, it's all about me. 'S'okay, though. We can still have a ball as a family playing in the newly fallen snow. I actually like it right now since it's all clean and fresh and not too cold out. Hey, it's Canada. Minus 15 is not that cold. Especially with the sun blazing like it is.

It's just past 10am and the kids have been playing outside for almost 30 minutes. Scott's out there too snowblowing the laneway so I better make an appearance soon. I'll just put my snowsuit on over my jammies stick my bare feet in my ugly skidoo boots and I'll be ready to go. Seriously. That's just the way I roll.

kxx

After the excitement of yesterday I’m happy to say

that I have nothing interesting to say.

I did get the tree back up and decorated. It looks nicer than it did before. Even that angel that shattered was able to get fixed. She looks a bit like a Dr. Frankenstein experiment but at least she's got a story to tell.

Getting ready for Christmas is tough what with cards and packages to send out, shopping, decorating (redecorating), etc so I've been de-stressing with Christmas music. My favourite one this year? Fairytale of New York by The Pogues and the sadly missed Kirsty MacColl. An oldie but a goodie. What's your favourite tune this year?

kxx

If a tree falls in the livingroom does anybody hear?

Short answer: Yes.

Back story: Our fully decorated Christmas tree fell over last night.

And just to prove that I actually did hear the procedings, here is a "sound synopsis".

Creeeeak, swish: The sounds of the timbering tree falling toward me as I innocently knitted (yes, I said "knitted") on the couch.

Crash, tinkle, tinkle: The sounds of the decorations hitting the hardwood floor. We lost several generic glass balls and a favourite angel in the ensuing carnage.

Glug, Glug, glugglugglug...: About 4 litres of Christmas tree water leaving the security of it's container and running all over the hardwood floor.

"Mommy, I'm scared!!!": This from Audrey and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Is this the worst Christmas ever?": This from Henry.

"Cool!": This from Elliott.

"$%^&*%!!!!!": This from me.

"Karen, come see this! Errr... how fast did you get the water up off the floor?": This from Scott upon coming home from work, hearing the full recount of the story and assessing the damage to the downstairs playroom ceiling and couch as the Christmas tree water made it's inexorable way downstairs slowly dripping though onto the furniture.

So thus ended the "real Christmas tree experiment". It's the first one we've had since before the kids were born. And will probably be the last. It's still naked in the centre of the room. I'm afraid to redecorate it. As usual good times abound in the Kaye household...

kxx

Stop me oh-ho-ho stop me

Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before...

I feel like I've just posted about this subject but maybe it was just me gassing about it live in person to my workmates (yes, I have them). Whatever. If I've mentioned this before, please ignore this blog.

I'd like to discuss cold medicine ads. You know the ones... A sick person takes some kind of miracle drug that allows them to continue working or school or skydiving or some such nonsense. Ummm whatever happened to taking a sick day? Are we that indispensible that we can't take 24 hours off from our lives? And if you can't, do you really want to sicken everyone around you by spreading whatever goopy germ that's making you ill?

I'll never forget the commercial with a guy doing his groceries pushing a cart. He lets out an almighty sneeze, covering his mouth with his hand like a good boy then continues to push the cart. He later opens the freezer to get something. A mother and daughter come along and the daughter pushes sneeze-guy's cart out of the way and blammo. Nasty germy transfer. Just to let you all know, the new way of blocking your gross sneeze is with the inside your elbow for exactly that reason. Yuck.

There's an ad I've been liking lately for Benylin. It's got a woman trying to get ready for work but she's sick. She takes the drug then (shock of shocks) also takes the day off. I love the very end of the ad where they show her looking better (having taken her Benylin) but in her bed at home, reading a book with her dog snuggled beside her. Now that's the way to be sick. Take a hint people. The world will continue turning without you.

kxx