Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Sydney thunderbolts play a game this afternoon at 4.45 so I have the honor of bringing Andrew and his teammates, Kyle, Fergus and Jono home to play before the game.
THE NOISE. I don't think ear plugs would even help. Our poor neighbors.
Its like a set of Evil Kineval or something -- scooters flying down the sloped driveway and skateboards whizzing down trying to avoid balls being pitched or kicked at the rider. All the while devouring a bag of chocolate chip cookies and some fruit.
So, for the next hour+ I will be cringing with every yell or howl that happens, every thud that their bodies make and be praying that no one breaks anything vital while I am in charge.
So in short, I am lucky to have only a boy and a girl. I am lucky to have only a boy and a girl. Otherwise I'd probably have a mental breakdown before bedtime. (Remind me of that when they make me angry...)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Today, it was a totally different story. A predicted high of 23C (74F). And it started out warm -- left for school and it was 66 already. Sun was shining. Not a breeze to be cooling thing off. Beauty of a day. And by mid-day (noon) it had hit 22.5. Without a doubt we hit the predicted daily temp and I was loving it. This is the type of day I love -- with the exception of a lazy warm weather rain where I can enjoy a thunderstorm (from a safe distance) and listen to the rain falling with windows open and not freeze.
But today was just beautiful and we have a whole week of near perfection predicted days. If only it could stay like this...
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tonight is the night of the annual fundraiser for the kids' school. And we are not going. We went to the last two. I lived thru (barely) the coordination of last year's for Emmalee's class. This year I just couldn't be bothered. Even though its Andrew's year. Just couldn't be bothered.
Not sure if it was just the theme – Northbridge goes Bollywood. You'd think the color and exoticness would get my attention. But the thought of Indian food as the only food choice for the night. Shelling out $80 per ticket – before alcohol. Sitting at one of six tables of SIXTY people. Outdoors at night, under a marquis. Using the kid's toilets across the school yard in the dark. Dressing up in 'bollywood style' – Saris and the such (Aunt Marci graciously did offer up the use of her sari, so I would have had a beautiful one, but I declined after deciding not to buy a ticket.) And then being expected to bid on auction items and spend even more money – not to mention the sitter. I just wasn't up for it.
Sad thing is Jim probably would have gone. He likes the Indian food. Doesn't get it enough with me as the primary cook in the family. Only when I am away or he goes out with work people. But being the gentleman that he is, he let us skip this year. So, instead of Indian cuisine this evening, we will be feasting on yummy brick oven pizza. Much more my choice for the evening.
I have hit a blogging rut lately. Ever since I have been back I get these great ideas about things to write about on the blog, but when it comes to actually sitting down and typing them up – the creativity dies. Kaput. Gone.
So, I haven't been blogging. Daily life is the same. School, band, basketball, swimming, homework. The occasional baking extravaganza. But just not blogging. I am sure it is something that will fix, but until then, I will be in and out.