Birthday Cupcakes.

"Seriously, don't take my picture next to cupcake face!"


That's what I was saying to my sister right as she snapped the picture. Then she showed everyone around the table, and we all laughed. Then Vance cried. Real tears. He was upset because he thought that everyone was laughing at me. Aww..tear. We had to have the laughing "with" versus laughing "at" conversation again. All was good.










Then, Christian taught Vance how to shove a whole cupcake in his mouth.


















After that, we opened presents!
























Do you think he looks happy?

My kiddo is 6 today!

In celebration, here are some cute pictures of Vance over the years.

I just took an online quiz, it says I have a type A personality.

My mind is frazzled lately. Coming up with a blog topic seems impossible when I can't focus on just one or two things at a time, instead multitasking eleven billionty things at once.

You see, Christian and I are making steps towards purchasing a new home together. Currently we are living in my house, and his house has some tenants to pay the mortgage. It's a sweet deal.

So now we want to sell my house, but there are so many things to do to get the house in "show" mode. Yes, I'm an anal clean freak, so that's not a problem. It's the little things here and there that need that finishing touch, or quick fix up. It's all cosmetic, and it's all a pain in the ass.

We now have a list on the fridge so that we can start knocking them off, one at at time.

The realtor is pushing to list in the next couple of weeks. We've been perusing the MLS listings for the area we want. A couple of the houses have potential. We've met with the mortgage broker. So I suppose everything is slowly coming together.

Last night I spent a couple hours painting in the basement, with the Duggars playing in the back ground to distract me from the fact that I was painting. 18 kids and counting. Huh. Let me remind you that I.hate.painting. But I thought to myself "If Mama Duggar can pop out 18 babies, I guess I can suck it up and paint some freakin window frames!"

My life, in bullet points.

-Last night I went to see "My Sister's Keeper" with my sister. We got our tickets and got in the food line. I bought enough popcorn and diet coke for an army, I wasn't really paying attention when she asked me if I wanted gigantasized portions. So we shared. I also made sure to get a package of dill pickle flavoring for it. I warned Stacey that she would have to stop breathing while eating this stuff. She didn't listen and coughed for the first 5 mins of the movie. It was the truly the only laugh we had in there. That movie is a serious tear jerker. I'm sure we both cried every ten minutes. It was so great, but oh so terrible at the same time.


<--- How cute is that picture?

-My baby turns 6 in a week. We are having a movie theater party. Ice Age 3 in 3D. I'm pumped to just show up with a cake, and watch everything else get "taken care of". We usually have big backyard parties that involve lots of time and money and mommy drinking a big bottle of wine immediately afterward . We got his gift last week, it's a Nintendo DS. I'm so excited to give it to him! and then hog it so that I can kick some ass at Mario Brothers.


-Why can't blogger just understand that I am Canadian? And that I want to use my Canadian spellings. Like "theatre" and "colour" and "flavour" and "centre". That little red spell checker squiggly line thingy is kind of an asshole, eh?

-My crock pot is possessed. I set the stupid thing, and come home and it's totally on high, even though when I left I had set it to low. Or it won't turn off when its supposed to, meaning that my food gets cooked for 6 hours longer than intended. Why are you doing this to me, crock pot?

-I am on my second week of my 8 week training program for my 10k in August. I have been running while watching the first season of Will and Grace. Oh. My. God. I can't believe I didn't watch that show when it was on TV! I laugh out loud while I'm on my treadmill. It's like the, almost fall over and make a new hole in the wall, kind of funny. Jack and Karen kill me.

-We are headed to Moose Jaw this weekend to put on a garage sale for my grandparents empty house. They moved into a retirement castle in November. My grandpa's biggest concern is that people are going to try to steal stuff. My biggest concern is that Christian will wear a price tag all day, and ask women if they want to buy him.

-My life is kinda boring right now. How can I top New York? I can't. So basically, you'll have to read about spelling and crock pots if you come here. It's totally what all the lame bloggers cool kids are talking about anyways!

Summer begins!

We went to the lake this weekend!

My sister and I gathered up our children and hit the highway as soon as we could. The boys were to meet us later since they both work later than we do.

The road trip was a bit hairy. About 25 mins in, I turn around and my child is green. Instantly I curse myself for forgetting to buy gravol and dose him up since he has a history of puking in my sister's vehicle. So, we pull over on the side of the road and get him some fresh air. He gets some color back and we head into Podunkville Saskatchewan and thank our lucky stars that we don't live there! We find a drug store and I buy the much needed gravol. All is good.

WAIT! There is a green tent worm on my knee and I'm trying not to panic because I just need to get it off and not scare the children but I'm worried its going to pee or poop some green nastiness on my pants so I slightly panic and then Stacey slightly panics and tells the children to pass us kleenex, but the kleenex is piled under everything that is piled up in the back seat because we had to bring everything we own for two nights. **breathe out** So she reaches down to the floor and grabs a granola bar wrapper and hands it to me. I grab the worm and totally litter that shit out the window. Children see me litter. Crap. Then Quinn says, "Mommy, what's that!?" And I look over my right shoulder and there is one of those giant bugs that looks like a mosquito on roids, and it's sitting there dangling right above my head, so I try not to panic again and I reach down to the floor and grab some more garbage to squish the bug and dispose of. But I grab a cotton ball, that's wrapped in medical tape, and I can see a dot of blood on it and Stacey starts laughing because she is worried I'll freak out more once I realize what it is but I'm all like "Who cares, I had one of your blood checker strips stuck on my diet pepsi like 5 mins ago, I'm not afraid of your blood! I am, however, scared of this life sucking mosquito thingy!" I managed to kill it and litter out the windowone more time while the kids sit and watch. I had to!

Stacey and I have a past history of throwing shit out the window on that road. One time, when we were teenagers, we stopped for McDonald's on the way to the lake. Stacey had to get a cup of ketchup. Yes you heard me a cup, not a squeezy packet or two. A whole cup. So then after we were done eating, she tells me to litter the bag out the window (I KNOW! But we were bad ass teenagers. We don't do it anymore..only bugs and bloody cotton balls..promise!) and so I throw the bag out the window, and then she realizes that we forgot to throw out her ketchup cup...So I toss that too but I toss it allllll wrong. Ketchup is all over my hand and the side of the car. Napkins you ask? Nooooo, the napkins were in the first toss out. Serves us right, I know.

Anycrap, we had a fantastic time at the lake. The kids made friends with the neighbour kids, and they basically stayed in the lake the whole day. The men made fire AND fire works and we had good times relaxing by the fire at night. Plus, we saw fire flies!

I. Love. Summer.

The End.

I heart New York.

No, I didn't buy the shirt. How come everyone keeps asking me if I bought the shirt? I tried so hard to not look like a tourist! I think I may have given it away though, that one morning, when I was out alone. You see, I was walking along minding my own business..Ya I may have been a little lost...shut up..anyways, I'm walking along and a pigeon jumps up from the sidewalk and flies towards my face and so I do the Elaine dance to protect myself because I think it's going to land on my head and try to nest there or some shit.



It looked really mean. What? It did.



We had a fabulous time. We ate at Katz's Deli. We went on a Tenement Museum tour on Orchard Street. We drank fancy drinks at a place called the Clover Club. We went to Coney Island and ate hot dogs at Nathan's Famous. There may have even been a little pole dancing on the subway at some point!







We ate at Rupert Jee's Hello Deli before we saw the Wicked musical, which was so freakin fantastic by the way! Thanks Janice! Then, Christian's sister took us to a house party and we bbq'd right outside the window of their apartment.


You better click all those links, internets, because I put a lot of work into them!

On our last full day there, Christian and I got on the subway and as he put it "we got a lot of shit done". We went to Macy's, we ate lunch in a restaurant at the bottom of the Empire State building, we shopped (Ok, I shopped and Christian followed me around. Isn't he a sweet heart!?). We found the New York Public Library. Who ya gonna call? Ghost Busters!

We saw Grand Central Terminal, we went to FAO Shwarz and Bloomingdales, and we walked through Central Park right after the Puerto Rican Day Parade. (The garbage that was left behind was insane!).

While trying to get into Central Park, we had to weave through barricades and a million Puerto Ricans. We stopped on the sidewalk for a minute to check out the map and a police officer told us we had to keep moving and that we couldn't just stand on the sidewalk.

Police Officer-Keep moving people, you can't just stand here. Are you trying to get into the park?
Christian-Yes.
Police Officer-Ok, just go blah blah blah and then turn right.
Me-Thanks! Hey, so what just happened here?
Police Officer-Ma'am, nothing happened here. (Looks at me like I'm trying to start trouble)
Me-No, no I mean, with all these people.
Police Officer-Oh, it's Puerto Rico Day. (Duh.)

Then, on my last day there I. Found. Ann. Taylor. Loft. My credit card got a really good workout. That store is my store, peeps. Everything I tried on fit me and looked good. That never happens. In the dressing room right above the mirror there was a question, "Are you an Ann?"

Tear. I'm soooo totally an Ann!

I'm also a big fan of all the fancy diet pop options to be had in the US of A. What the hell Canada? And what's with the FDA here? I want Aleve, and I want Olestra (minus the anal leakage of course)..Bring on the fat free pringles!

Here is a picture of my new love and I.



And here is a picture of Christian and his new love.



Chewy-Dude, do you realize you're carrying around a Victoria's Secret bag?
Christian-Ya, I know. I'd probably look more manly if I had a crossbow like you, huh?

I wanna go back to jury duty!

I haven't talked about the blue smock monkeys for a while. So you know all about that whole "US recession thingy"? Well, it means that there is a slow down in the manufacturing depts where I work because customers just aren't spending money. Which in short means that management is trying to keep 600 people happy/occupied.

Last week each production line decorated their area to represent a specific country. One of the groups was India. So, about 10 people spent 4 days building a Taj Mahal out of cardboard boxes and recycled paper right outside my office. I didn't manage to get a picture of it before I left for jury duty, but here is a picture of the remnants. They actually made it into an arch way.



Check out the lion.



Today, those employees are taking part in the (insert company name here) Olympics.

Right. Outside. My. Office.

Check it out.




Sorry the video is so crappy. It was taken on my cell phone. This was the start line for the office chair-toilet plunger race. If you look closely you will notice that they are propelling themselves forward with toilet plungers. I'm sure this would be a fun day, if the employees were actually high school aged, and it was Freshy Week or some shit, but this is obnoxious. I am also very confused about the person that keeps yelling "Go brown cow!" What do you think that means?

Maybe I'm just cranky because I still have to to work and it's hard to hear the customers on the phone when a bunch of morons are cheering on their toiletplungingpushing coworkers? Maybe I'm anti-social at work because I'm embarrassed that I work here? Maybe they could use this time to train these people in something useful instead of having "arts and crafts" time?

Meh, maybe I'm just a party pooper.