tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367385182024-03-21T20:04:24.424-04:00The Princess Is Now In The Housethe princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-83523218327355050342009-06-27T12:51:00.006-04:002009-06-27T17:14:22.996-04:00Tell me...is there a sign on my forehead or something?For real...is there?<br /><br />Sometimes I'm wondering if it says:<br /><br /><strong>Directory Assistance</strong><br /><br />My office is on a large corner lot and people often stop in for directions or phone numbers. There have been quite a few new businesses opening up recently. I really don't mind helping folks out, but why do they get pissed with ME because I don't know what they're looking for? Gawd, I mean really though! Sometimes they won't even know the name of the place. They'll just come in asking if I know where the place that sells such- and-such is, then when I tell them I'm sorry no, I will hear a repeat of the same question. Next thing you know I'm looking up information in the business park guide in an attempt to help. I try and be nice but sometimes I feel frustrated.<br /><br /><strong>Complaint Department</strong><br /><br />There's this guy that works in production. He's in his mid-forties and really struggles to keep his life in order. He moves often because of poor choice in roommate or whatever. He's been bitching steady about how he does all this work for his landlord and she won't pay him. Since he's been going over the same stuff for the last couple of months I finally told him exactly what I thought of it all. I said "Listen, do you owe her money? Is she using this as a means of payment? If not, you have no obligation to do this shit for free man. YOU'RE the only one who can fix it. Just tell her no if you don't want to do it. If you aren't going to do anything to work on your own circumstance, then don't talk to me about it please." If that sounds harsh, I'm sorry but it's true. I know everyone needs to talk things through, but if you're talking and not doing...nothing changes.<br /><br /><strong>Am I your bitch?</strong><br /><br />This must appear most because many people feel they can speak to me however they like and I'll still do exactly what they want me to do. This is work related stuff, of course. Summertime is so busy. I love those days because they fly by and there's always more to do. People are very demanding and impatient though. I find it amazing how many people will refuse to take any responsibility for bad behavior in that regard. Just cause I'm the first voice you hear DOES NOT give you the right. <br /><br /><br />I'm just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sayin</span>...the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-72806172579050942742009-06-06T13:41:00.004-04:002009-06-07T15:32:06.304-04:00Back to the hoodSid was playing at his friend's place for a bit this afternoon, Seth was lounging on the couch watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tv</span>...so I took the opportunity to run out and grab some fruits, veggies and beer. Yeah, yeah it doesn't really match but oh well. I needed a few lunch items for the boys and I wanted some beer since I'm heading over to the neighbor's once Sid goes to sleep to hang out with some ladies for a couple of hours. It's nice that Seth is old enough to stay here without me for short periods of time. He can step out the front door and call to me at her house so I'm quite comfortable.<br /><br />Back to the story...<br /><br />On my drive I listened to Pink: I'm Not Dead *which is fabulous by the way* and was flooded with memories as I made my approach to the grocery store. See, I was back in my childhood neighborhood. Back where I lived with Mom. I suppose if I'd grown in a very large city, I would have been in an "inner city" community. Lots of single parent/low income families. I've spoken here before about how diverse it was and also how much I've learned from the experience.<br /><br />I drove into the parking lot of the store thinking about how it used to be a K-Mart store. My mother was a waitress. She worked in the K-Mart <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cafeteria for several years before she passed. </span> She was a hard working woman who didn't have much but did what she could. We lived within walking distance...which totally rocked since we didn't have a car. My brother and I used to walk from our apartment building down to K-Mart for 2 things...to visit Mom, and to get a treat. In the centre of the store there was an ice-cream stand. They had the usual variety but that wasn't the attraction. It was the cotton candy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mmm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mmm</span> pure sugar satisfaction for sure. These thoughts were in the forefront of my mind today.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-62392549857569443622009-05-31T15:24:00.003-04:002009-05-31T16:05:19.737-04:00Sick and tired of being sick and tired...I've had a cold for the last 3 weeks. I've only missed 1 1/2 days so far, but I fear tomorrow might be a stay home day as well. I've got a bronchial infection now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Errrrrrrr</span></span>!<br /><br />The boys just came back on Friday (we switched last weekend because I had to work). I started feeling quite horrible again at work on Friday afternoon, and went into the walk in clinic today to have it checked out. We've had plenty going on here as well. The spring fair at the boy's school was yesterday *Diana came along*. We got some temporary tattoos placed on our skin by "the prettiest girl in school--aka Seth's girlfriend". She's so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freakin</span></span> cute it's unreal! Luckily, the very idea of actually holding her hand or kissing her is still beyond his interests at the moment. *insert contented sigh here*<br /><br />Sidney had a birthday party to attend at an indoor pool today. We went to the medical clinic before hand, so Seth and I dropped his little brother off for a swim and spent some time together. I had to get my prescription filled, so we wandered through the pharmacy and then had a little lunch. I got one dose into me so far, so fingers crossed. I really do enjoy one on one time with each of the boys. Makes them feel so special.<br /><br />Although I'm not all that hungry, I'm making some delicious pork side ribs, rice and veggies for dinner. Should be ready shortly. I don't have a huge appetite this weekend, but I figure I might as well have something I really like to motivate me. :)<br /><br />I'm frustrated that I haven't got more energy and patience for them today. Hopefully by mid-week I'll be almost back to normal. I've also meant to tour around to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">every one's</span> blogs. May was like a snotty, coughing blur. Onto June now. Let's leave this behind, shall we?the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-11569733294412582142009-05-26T17:09:00.003-04:002009-05-26T17:26:38.546-04:00Sugar and Spice...are we really that nice?The general manager's little girl has pink eye. He had her at work this morning for a couple of hours as they wouldn't take her at daycare, and he had a couple of interviews scheduled for the morning. She hung out with me and Di. We set her up at her own little desk to draw...no different than little boys in that regard, only the picture scenes change. What a hunny that one is! My goodness she's a sweet little thing. Once she spent some time with me, she'd hide in my closet and call out "boo!" when I came close to her. <br /><br />From the perspective of a woman, I think that most little girls (if they dream of having children someday) picture themselves with a baby girl. Dressing her up all pretty, doing her hair and having tea parties, you know?<br /><br />Once I was all <em>growed</em> up and got myself <em>knocked</em> up, I was told at the 5 month mark that I was likely having a girl. I had chosen a name but had a boy's name chosen also *just in case they were wrong*.<br /><br />I got so many frilly pink girlie things it's not even funny. My stepmother had been out to some yard sales and came over with a couple of boxes full of it! My ex-husband's mother was <em>dying</em> to have a grand daughter *actually would have been the second, but that's another story* so she could have her little baby girl ears pierced. I was undecided on the piercing but has it turned out, it was all for nothing because my sweet little angel boy Seth was born instead. <br /><br />It took me less than 15 seconds to completely adjust my thinking to the fact that I would not be having tea parties and styling hair as of yet. You know? I'm so glad! <strong>Boys</strong>? They love their mamas. They do. <br /><br /><strong>Girls</strong>? They need us when they're little, but become hateful with teenage girl drama and everything changes for a time. And then there's the whole moody/bitchy girl stuff. Uggg...it all comes back around though, and certainly I am generalizing here but you know what I mean, yes?<br /><br />As the old saying goes...<br /><br />"With boys at least you only have to worry about 1 prick, not a neighbourhood full of them." :)<br /><br />Having boys rocks! Just sayin is all.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-53711154363155742462009-05-09T15:36:00.012-04:002009-05-09T16:13:03.655-04:00My, how fast they grow!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I figured since I'm back that I should let you all see how big my sweet boys are getting. Time passes so quickly. I don't want to miss a moment of it. I want to take them to get some family pictures done over the next couple of months. It sure would be nice to have something lovely to hang on the wall. I've only got 1 picture of the 3 of us together. That's just not enough for me. I need to fix that, yep.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333918619493070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuWntebqGvD4jtWOqWyRlp9y_fdqa4F-4_OcnV4SAAeWwdveWl59z0RrLG_7O7n1VKNLrFJkNyVYosmGhqCY3pn0MTQNeRq5zx-TExvMoNdnCScBHe7ufVEq5KsOuR7eBOGmQ/s320/fall2008+019.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">~~my little boy looking coy~~<br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333915144534114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-KtIh4-SwJpvLsMihK_HLlzn-EqU6mOwSxOPRDSU4BxdgtvVJ4eevEDQNTzdNvj64uJlHhCQLy26canMw3wh8ZCGp0oPdJWtBbGE0eVKilGNJ13BU5wyNRtTjcNeuZx2toyo/s320/sidmonkey+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">~~yay! we found monkey!~~<br /></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333914771139777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoYrqJgnu3GEvbzsEonfae7PCZqZlm8QBfO2ryubJTwmHBc2y66HqJsWjXSKtGcMbe6D-PrXggF1Fn4Xcf3ZXo6XLQF_Grjl-xEDdH0darxsAU_vWCJL5v-GnWtOljDm9Krsn/s320/sidmonkey+002.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">~~me and my monkey~~<br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333917330844769794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdUgXQ3pzg8m79osUIFnkNWuqjkQvDOQVkJhQl1n4twjX6t_sXzDGjQ-laTpyttgWyMoVlcM5gRoP0PqaM50cO6Z7yV7SCz0jLstvt5iyvv6QFYVTcwTmR85o33caA1rusIvU/s320/sethrocker+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">~~showing me his new wristband--rockerboy~~<br /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333914003367412322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1lFw-8rcKt-hA8kVVa6f_nnCSSZRGVGfaY1MeEm67t6qmBfdykWtIIdGONGJeg36BMMZrV-fp6eHfvxlsxrs8tnogf3GmC5vgDK2Oq4_iPbDxqf1PhhRFSmY99lVThlZlTt7/s320/sethrocker+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">~~showing me the fake smile~~<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333912996450538882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeLsuDgjBjDEaNjd3W3eLKxuqXai9jlo7rTtGTcmr71PQhNNYTgdL2CMBfjm-nbQzoYsVYZNu6bRT9A2gffjYj0UAwsBY0-MGXtbh9oR2vtm5rUew2hUXMSDs8gpWSYQ1bec1/s320/fall2008+028.jpg" border="0" /><br />~~best buds~~<br /></p>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-3467919099921259822009-05-01T19:03:00.008-04:002009-05-03T15:52:33.712-04:00Words that really move meYou're gonna think it's odd that I'm saying this about a song. I mean...it's ONLY a song, right? nope. Music so often moves me. I listen first to the music...the voice...definately the words. On a recent Saturday expedition to Wal-Mart with the boys I purchased Pink's new cd. Naturally, I listened to the songs I love the most first. As many times in a row as I damn well please thankyouverymuch! Then I listened to the entire cd. haha! I almost wrote album if you can believe that. Anyhow, I love all the songs but this one has really just touched me. Beautiful words, beautiful melody. It's not one I can find on youtube but if I can figure out how to get it on my computer then into a post I will soooo play it for you.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Crystal Ball</strong></span> <strong>~~ Pink<br /></strong><br />I'm drinking wine and thinking bliss<br />Is on the other side of this<br />I just need a compass<br />And a willing accomplice<br />All my doubts have filled my head<br />Cascading up and down again<br />Up and down around again<br />Down and up and down again<br /><br />Oh I've had my chances and I've taken 'em all<br />Just to end up right back here on the floor<br />* to end up right back here on the floor*<br /><br /><strong>Chorus:</strong><br /><br /><em>Pennies in a well</em><br /><em>A million dollars in the fountain of a hotel</em><br /><em>A fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell</em><br /><em>But I'm not scared at all </em><br /><em>Of the cracks in the crystal</em><br /><em>The cracks in the crystal ball</em><br /><br />Sometimes you think everything<br />Is wrapped inside a diamond ring<br />Love just needs a witness<br />And a little forgiveness<br />And a halo of patience<br />And a less sporadic pace and<br />I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes<br />Oh I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned<br />But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned<br />*woudn't trade the pain for what I've learned*<br /><br /><strong>Chorus <span style="font-size:78%;">(above)</span></strong><br /><br />Irony, irony<br />Is hating love, hating love<br />For what it does to me<br />What it's done to me<br />What it's done<br />Done<br /><br /><strong>Chorus: </strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><em>Pennies in a well</em><br /><em>A million dollars in the fountain of a hotel</em><br /><em>Broken mirrors and a black cat's cold stare</em><br /><em>Walk under ladders </em><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>On my way to hell I'll meet you there</em></span><br /><em>But I'm not scared at all</em><br /><em>No I'm not scared at all</em><br /><em>Of the cracks in the crystal</em><br /><em>The cracks in the crystal ball</em><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>________________________________________________</strong><br /><br /><strong>In other news...</strong><br /><br />My high school reunion is coming up this July. Yay! I've already bought my ticket. I've been trying to reach my good friend KennyG to take me to "prom". We've never had any romantic involvement *friends since age 13 or so* but I would love to walk in with him. Actually, he was at the 10 year one with me and Adair. It'll be much more fun if he comes with. :)<br /><br />My beutiful seester Eve (who I totally wish was gonna be here for it as well) sent me the most beautiful summer dress that I am totally wearing to the dance. Oh it's sooo freakin pretty! Now I need to figure out the shoes and jewery situation. Nothing fancy, understand just...do I need to wear something a little more bold around my neck with the neckline of the dress? I'm definately going to have to post a picture. Maybe someone can help me figure it out.<br /><br />yeah. I know I've said before that I was back and didn't stick around. I'm really going to work on that. I'll be visiting around here shortly. I'm glad to be back.<br /><br />kisses,<br /><br />the princess<br />*yeah, that's right. so what? I am a princess*the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-74685566611852285442009-04-28T17:17:00.003-04:002009-04-28T17:49:37.115-04:00For People Over 30~~this is quite funny...<strong><em>I got this through e-mail and thought it was really cute...just sharing...</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!! When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were.<br /><br />When they were growing up; what with walking Twenty-five miles to schoolevery morning<br /><br />Uphill.. barefoot...BOTH ways<br /><br />Yadda, yadda, yadda<br /><br />And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! <br /><br />THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!!<br /><br />But now that..<br /><br />I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! <br /><br />And I hate to say it but you kids today don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!!<br /><br />There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter, with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!<br /><br />Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! No where was safe!<br /><br />There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shopliftit yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!<br /><br />There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone...'cause that's how we rolled dig?<br /><br />We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your Bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!<br /><br />We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3- D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died!<br /><br />Just like LIFE!<br /><br />You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel! There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards!<br /><br />And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove ... Imagine that! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or before!<br /><br />Regards,<br /><br />The over 30 Crowdthe princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-40808800579731646482009-04-10T08:53:00.006-04:002009-04-10T09:34:59.371-04:00The redemption of the tooth fairyYes, I am really lame at keeping up here. In truth, there has been a lot of good going on in my life but I've not been sharing here. Not fair. Sorry about that. I'd really like to ease back into princess mode. It's funny learning how to be single. I've never done it for any length of time in my life before this, so it's a big change. I like it. I love being my own boss...not that I was bowing down before, but certainly always eager to please. I'm learning to trust in my decisions and not second guess myself. I've always been responsible and capable of making good choices for myself and my family, but I have always consulted...always.<br /><br />You know? Those 2 months without the boys changed me. I'd literally never in my life spent that many consecutive days alone. So strange. I thought a lot, I learned to be alone and be comfortable with it. I stressed less about my housework, learned to relax a little bit...I still believe the boys would have done fine with the transition along with me, but it is what it is and it's all done now. As I've said, Sidney has been difficult to deal with at times, but overall he's still his sunny self. Seth is growing so tall and beginning to take interest in older things. We enjoy time together watching "The Big Bang Theory"...our favorite. We discuss music and watch videos together sometimes. It's nice to become his friend, someone he trusts to share his thoughts as well. I'm a happy woman.<br /><br />There is a little residual drama from the fall. I'm being sued by the landlord from the townhouse. I did break my lease, as you know, but it's for a large sum of cash and for many things I disagree strongly with. My hearing at the Tenancy Board is coming up in a couple of weeks. I've got a couple of people coming as witnesses and I've written a response letter which I faxed a few days ago. All I can do is wait now. I've gotten a little discouraged from time to time considering how big the effects of this...the breakup, the move, the pain...really are. How much it's effected everything. We'll see how it all goes. I've come out of a dark place in my life with a much stronger mindset. I won't be fooled again my friends. I'm doing this my way now. It's all about the princess.<br /><br />Tracy and Baden are coming for the weekend. I'm so excited! Making a big turkey tomorrow and all the trimmings. I've got the boys right through until Monday morning...sweet!<br /><br />A little over a year ago, I wrote <a href="http://princesscorinnainthehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-hard-truth-is-this-tooth-fairy-is.html">this post </a>when Seth lost a tooth. I'm not so good at remembering to do the tooth/money exchange. I will think of it when they go to bed, then forget by the time I go to bed. Sidney last his first tooth a couple of weeks ago and I forgot AGAIN! I snuck in after he'd gotten up in the morning and he just figured she came late. :) So, yesterday, they EACH lost a tooth! I fear Seth will eventually need braces. He has teeth growing up over the others...you know how that sometimes happens. Anyhow, since both boys had lost teeth, it was essential that I remember to play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tooth fairy</span>. I'm pleased to say that I managed to do it with finesse. Both boys are happy this morning.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rLz6gNedLzItYRQCpA1_uox3yMK96aRnEGh-HWgojrsJ9xzQ7dfsSpp3TEXFw3E0by-BdEZ2dphprhVvUanA3OfRwNSWzq6MrqQsLMfg99rYNpG4WZdlT3tbaZstqbjD4FYY/s1600-h/firstloosetooth+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323048325066154514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rLz6gNedLzItYRQCpA1_uox3yMK96aRnEGh-HWgojrsJ9xzQ7dfsSpp3TEXFw3E0by-BdEZ2dphprhVvUanA3OfRwNSWzq6MrqQsLMfg99rYNpG4WZdlT3tbaZstqbjD4FYY/s320/firstloosetooth+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">~very enthusiastic about losing his first tooth~</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ShEOyi_-EBDMVUeIL2oSQfkrzEqbc0nSrFEb_vbUnrVux9CSqVvOaIuiO4z1tR0Z0EjLEs0TwUOvNpuxBGM87lAletJE_HMC1WSxxGMSRjady840f4R3kYzov3h3zU7DAlFR/s1600-h/christmas+party+and+other+stuff+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323047649125725506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ShEOyi_-EBDMVUeIL2oSQfkrzEqbc0nSrFEb_vbUnrVux9CSqVvOaIuiO4z1tR0Z0EjLEs0TwUOvNpuxBGM87lAletJE_HMC1WSxxGMSRjady840f4R3kYzov3h3zU7DAlFR/s320/christmas+party+and+other+stuff+044.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">~his shirt says: "My Mom Is #1"~</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I will take some pictures of the boys over the weekend so you can see how big they have gotten. I'd really like to get Tracy to take pics of the 3 of us also. I don't have enough of those. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Happy Easter Everyone!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">kisses</div><div align="left">the princess</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">RRRRR! why do the words get all scrunched like that? I've edited it 3 times, and still all stuck together. </div>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-91949933308424657212009-02-14T12:16:00.006-05:002009-02-14T22:46:47.594-05:00Tagged in a memeThe lovely <a href="http://sexywhispers.wordpress.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sexywhispers</span></a> has tagged me in a meme. In her own special way she has taken it to a sexy level. I think I'll do it both ways just for fun.<br /><br />The rules:<br />1. Link to the person that tagged you<br />2. Post the rules on your blog<br />3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself<br />4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs<br />5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.<br />6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br />So here we go then...<br /><br />1. quirk: I always screw the lid back onto a pop bottle too tightly. Sometimes I really struggle to re-open them. Little running joke with Seth and I.<br /><br />2. non-important thing: My hands get so dry and sore in the winter. I have to apply cream several times a day.<br /><br />3. habit: I have a bagel and a coffee every morning for breakfast.<br /><br />4. quirk: I am pretty stubborn. Once I get an idea in my head I can't stop thinking about it.<br /><br />5. non-important thing: I'm clumsy and I give myself mild abrasions on a regular basis.<br /><br />6. habit: I will spend time (sometimes almost 2 hours) straightening my hair simply because I enjoy the warmth and I like for it to be very straight.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />1. sexy quirk: I need lots of random kisses and hugs.<br /><br />2. non-important sexual thing: I like to cuddle, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> need my own space to sleep.<br /><br />3. sexy habit: I get very caught up in passionate kisses.<br /><br />4. sex quirk: I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">boobie</span>/butt flasher<br /><br />5. non-important sexual thing: I can't think of anything unimportant other than the sleeping thing. It all matters.<br /><br />6. sexy habit: While in a relationship, I tend to get cranky if I don't get sex at least a couple of times a week. Preferably more, thank you.<br /><br />I would kinda like to tag, but I'm really not sure who's still keeping up here since my little hiatus. If you would like to do this please comment and let me know.<br /><br />I'll send messages to the following bloggers though:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.suzelssass.com/">suzel's sass</a><br /><a href="http://verbal-sid.blogspot.com/">verbal sid</a><br /><a href="http://www.mommato2.blogspot.com/">mommato2</a><br /><a href="http://passionofthedale.blogspot.com/">passion of the dale</a>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-76387335090037493152009-02-12T09:24:00.006-05:002009-02-12T09:45:49.246-05:00Another snow day and some random dancing for youMan, it never fails. If the boys are here, it storms and school get cancelled. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with them for the day, but sucks to loose the money of course. I'll take a vacation day to make it up. Luckily a new year has begun.<br /><br />Does anyone remember or know about Pop Shoppe Pop? It was a childhood favorite of mine. They had the most amazing yummy flavours. Mom used to get it for us on birthdays, or just once in a while for a treat. I was at the bank downtown a couple of weeks ago and popped into the store next door for a moment. I couldn't believe my eyes when I glanced at the cooler...OMG it's pop shoppe pop! Holy crow, do they have any black cherry? mmmmm<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301919895811061922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2tPdzTGwNwh0XfKjOSDYARX5RiV4On7N6tjcwI83-wl_e-hfnmyTMKyhYC_mL0-alcQUSx5d818GOCIN0_EvQc0pi2lDiwP6hMsxecNYarnHVKA8szybnVA2PCrFjmstki3Q/s320/popshoppe+002.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">**i haven't even opened it yet--saving it for a rainy day!*</p><p align="left">In other news, Seth was on the computer this morning watching youtube videos and happened to play one that his friend made. Man, I had to laugh! He's been over before and he's just hilarious. He's one of those kids who laughs at himself all the time. I hope you enjoy...I just had to turn my head and ask: "Did he just say *it's time for random dancing*??" lol</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7tCjMZrUgo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7tCjMZrUgo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="left">By the way, the lovely sexywhispers has tagged me in a meme. She loves to put a sexy spin on things so watch out mmmkay? I'll be working on that today or tomorrow.</p>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-12008974957750626482009-02-02T10:10:00.006-05:002009-02-03T17:44:49.225-05:00This and that...random stuffMy child still appears to be possessed by the devil. The first couple of days weren't too bad, in fact, I had just commented to their father on the phone what a good boy he'd been when all hell broke loose! I was telling Sid it was bedtime (a little early because he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">flippin</span></span> his lid)and I had to pick him up (while he clung to the stair rail and screamed like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">banshee</span>) to take him upstairs. He simply said "No! I'm not going to bed!!!". In the process, he proclaimed in an extremely loud voice how mean I was to him, and how I was not a nice mama...and he tried to bite me twice. Not cool. Ah well, the joys of parenting. I truly believe it will just take time for him to re-adjust to our new circumstance. I believe he is testing me since there is no longer someone here to back me up when problems arise. I think he is finding that it's not really working out all that well. He no longer has any toys in his room. They are all in the storage closet where they will remain until the demon is gone.<br /><br />Seth traded the electric guitar his father bought him for a bass guitar. He is thrilled beyond measure! He ended up going to his dad's Saturday night just so he could see it. The very idea that it was there and he wouldn't see it until Monday was just too much to bare (or bear?) for him I guess. He was going on Sunday anyhow for a birthday party, so it was fine. It was pleasant to spend an day with just Sidney also. I think it helps a little.<br /><br />Yesterday, Sid and I went to visit Midge and help prepare for miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaira's</span></span> 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span></span> birthday party. We all went swimming later in the afternoon, followed by pizza and cake. After that was over we drove out to pick up Seth. On the way back home Sidney said something funny...<br /><br />"Hey mama, did you find a nice guy to marry yet?"<br /><br />what? Do I seem that desperate? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Naw</span></span>, just kidding! I know they are just looking out for my happiness. Funny hey? I just said that no, I hadn't but that's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span></span>. I'm very happy the way things are.<br /><br />Later on after Sidney was tucked into bed, Seth suggested that I try E-Harmony to find my match. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bwaa</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Haa</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Haa</span></span>! Again, just looking out for my happiness.<br /><br />I told him that I really didn't want a boyfriend/relationship in my life right now and that I wanted it to be just us 3 for a while. He seems satisfied. I also reassured him that I do have friends and I do have things to pass my time. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span></span>, really.<br /><br />Seth tells me every day he's here how much he loves our new place. We are all feeling very comfortable and happy in our new surroundings, that being said, these are my little peeves:<br /><br /><strong><em>every evening between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">appox</span></span>. 6:30-8:00, we have no hot water. I think they must have too small of a hot water tank to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">accommodate</span> all the units. It's a minor inconvenience since the boys are only here every second week. I just have to alternate bath nights and get them done early in the evening.<br /><br />my assigned parking spot is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">across</span> the street, not in my lot. strange, but true. the nice thing is that I can look out my front window and have a clear view of my car, but the downside is that we have to walk a little further in the slush, snow and ice to get to it.<br /><br />coin laundry. i cannot express to you all how much i miss my washer and dryer. i have discovered that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">friday</span></span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">saturday</span></span> nights are excellent for getting it all done. there are 3 washers and 3 dryers. i did 5 loads on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">friday</span></span> night. not too bad, but still a pain.<br /></em></strong><br />That all being said, it's still quite wonderful to be here and to have my life back on track. I am feeling so positive it's not even funny. I'm glad to be back.<br /><br />kisses,<br /><br />the princess<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ps</span>: I noticed on my last post that the comment line keeps disappearing. strange.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-78876793168808154672009-01-29T12:40:00.008-05:002009-01-29T19:17:23.995-05:00Let me do it!Seth has really begun to develop his own unique tastes in music, art and entertainment. He has taken a real liking to Mad TV, have you seen it? Some of the skits are too mature in content for him but he'll turn it off if asked to do so. He favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">character</span> is Stuart. He is often scanning <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">youtube</span> to watch the different scenes. I've decided to share this one with you, cause if you are unfamiliar with Stuart, he's got the devil in him just like my little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bubba</span>!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHANtdiIGPo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHANtdiIGPo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />School was cancelled today due to inclement weather. Oh the joys of Nova <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Scotia</span>! It looks absolutely fine out there, but having just gotten back to regular time with the boys I have to say it's nice to take a day off with them.<br /><br />Before bed last night, Sidney threw the biggest fit. He tends to repeat himself and raise his voice when he doesn't get what he wants. I had to drag him upstairs to bed, push him to brush his teeth, and listen to him screech because "he wanted to play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">playstation</span>2--not go to bed!" This morning was no different. He just doesn't listen all that well sometimes even though the rules don't change. He tries my patience very much and is damn lucky he's so cute.<br /><br />I know I haven't been around all that much. I have been writing, but just elsewhere. I am doing very well and just finding my groove in my new single status. I still don't go out much but last week was an exception. I had plans every night but one the whole time the boys were at their dad's. Man, I have to say I was a little overwhelmed, but I had a lot of fun as well. I actually had a dinner date with a man I met in the fall. I'm not used to this dating stuff and I'm not looking for a relationship at all, but it was nice to have good conversation and enjoy a meal out. Free food is always good. We'll see if he calls again.<br /><br />After all this time blogging, I finally figured out how to insert a video into a post! Progress is marvelous.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-18523435384921141762009-01-10T15:58:00.004-05:002009-01-10T17:53:30.955-05:00Back to life, back to realityThe last couple of weeks have gone by very quickly. I am done moving for a long time to come. I plan on staying right here until I buy a house, which I don't expect to do anytime real soon.<br /><br />The boys came home yesterday. They are here for the next 9 days, then back to dad's for 7, then completely back to normal. How great is that? After putting all my stuff away, the more I look around, the more I love my new place. It was freshly painted and carpeted just before we got here so it's very perfect.<br /><br />I can't tell you how great I feel having gotten things all back together again. All I could think of yesterday was...<br /><br />I'm getting my balance back.<br />I'm getting my life back.<br />I'm getting my boys back.<br />I'm home.<br /><br /><p>So far 2009 is looking pretty good. I can't believe all the things going on with the boys these days! They are growing so tall and learning so many new things. It's not like I haven't seen or talked to them, it's just things I haven't told you yet that are certainly a great deal more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">noticeable</span> when they are here. For instance, Seth told me some time ago that he and his buddies were taking girls to the Valentines dance at school. By the time his cousin came to visit close to Christmas, he was telling him how he had the phone number of the prettiest girl in the school and he had the piece of paper to prove it! I honestly don't know whether to laugh or cry. How did he go from being my little boy to this oh so tall "tween" as he calls it? Wow.</p><p>Sidney is his usual ball of energy. He's been somewhat difficult through this fall. He's been missing me and acting out some. He's normally very dramatic, but it seems to be getting even harder to get through to him in those moments when he's frustrated or whatever. He's a sunny, good natured little guy, just starts wailing at the first sign of "NO!". He's really glad to be back with me and I am hoping things will tone down for him shortly. School is going well for him, and he has made a couple of great friends. No worries in the comprehension department with the french <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">immersion either</span>. All is well.</p><p>I am happy now. Moving on to a more positive phase of life. Ahhh...<br /></p>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-10920872129523985382008-12-31T16:03:00.002-05:002008-12-31T16:15:07.556-05:00You need a tiara<strong>updates first...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I have moved every item I own (with the exception of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">parring</span> knife that I can't find) into my new apartment. I am so pleased to finally have all my stuff back. I love looking around at my pictures, my piggies (yeah, I collect them, so what?), and all my other things. Tracy came to visit yesterday (for the 3rd time in 2 months I might add) and helped me unpack and organize everything. I invited a few people over for a little New Years Eve party tonight and it was wonderful to have her help me get everything ready. Lucky me, lucky me!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I stopped at a little corner store the other night and the sweet Chinese man who works there noticed my key chain which says "Call me Princess" and commented with a smile. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I said, "Yeah, I also have a princess lamp in my bedroom"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>He laughs and says, "You need a tiara."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"Oh I already have one of <a href="http://princesscorinnainthehouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/psssst.html">those</a>." which got him laughing a lot. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I left the store with a happy little feeling that I get when I have a pleasant conversation with a stranger. (well, I do see him there sometimes, but you know what I mean.)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Happy New Year everyone! 2009 is going to be a fresh new start. I am happy and looking so forward to my future. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>kisses,</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>the princess</strong>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-82347589233926606932008-12-25T13:09:00.006-05:002008-12-25T13:39:18.008-05:00Closer to Home<div align="left"><strong>Sorry if I alarmed anyone with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">absence</span>. November was a month for hibernating, and December was a month for re-gaining personal strength and getting everything back on track. I am 90% moved in to my new apartment. I still have my bed, 1 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bunk bed</span>, my computer desk plus a few boxes here, but my storage unit is cleared out and I will be unpacking over the weekend. Perhaps not ideal for the holiday season, but it works well for me. I will be nesting and waiting for the return of my routine with the boys. I am so very happy and excited to be self-sufficient again. It makes me feel much calmer. </strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>I got my hair cut and have decided that I need to go shorter and a little different next time. Change in stages is better for me. I want you all to know that I have been feeling very positive about myself and getting through everything <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>. I had a little relapse of emotion at the end of November that I had to work through but I feel much stronger today.</strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>Merry Christmas to all of you! For those of you celebrating and observing other holidays, I wish you the very best as well.</strong> <strong>It was my turn to have the boys for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning this year. We had an early celebration this past weekend with my cousin and her son. (Check out those lobsters. Don't they look YUMMY!) Today I feel very blessed to have had time with family and be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">surrounded</span> with love. It was a small Christmas this year, but I did right by the boys and they had a lot of fun this morning. Santa gave them great gifts indeed. I am heading to Becca's for dinner and drinks tonight. I'm sure we'll have a great time. </strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mmmmm</span>...lobster! starting my new family tradition</strong><br /></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283792371531894210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaOjor4yCg8gOmpIrpOAjresxjQJ3-62AkvbciXAavRBV6_Ztmol-aH22lPxRYmEghzukkxWoce6g2LaHsY_vJKnI-fuCTUldD1s8N3B6SNN1KmKdQo3C3sHWHP2PQrsj0oHt/s320/blogpics+and+other+039.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><strong>Here we are in front of my pretty tree</strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283791810033583666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zBLDKB8ovPAJGGSaEzkXimJanVLV-BXnZtYDWclyEjSk6BneGNtXgF4uRl0gYNn9NeBdFz0muneZklUYWCD9F41TWKs_NJOTyEfI6ADUCLUTkz8-mo3xH5xYitdfBKv149iX/s320/blogpics+and+other+029.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left"><strong>I promise I'll come back. </strong></p><p align="left"><strong>kisses,</strong></p><p align="left"><strong>the princess</strong></p><p align="left"></p>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-22522540613687776962008-12-01T20:13:00.003-05:002008-12-01T20:16:32.037-05:00My new favorite tv showHas to be "The Big Bang Theory". It's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freakin</span> hilarious! My favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">character</span> is Sheldon. You should <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> check it out. Makes me laugh my ass off. Just wanted to share a new discovery. It's on CBS on Monday nights by the way.<br /><br />kisses<br /><br />the princessthe princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-78807862435028635152008-11-26T21:24:00.003-05:002008-11-26T21:36:23.977-05:00Guitar PrincessI haven't returned the borrowed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">playstation</span>2. I have been playing it instead. I am at a slight disadvantage as there is no memory card so once I turn it off, my Princess career is over. I got down to the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> section of songs tonight. I had to do 2 encores and a battle to get there. I f**king rock! Guitar Hero told me so. I might play a little tomorrow night so I got it back to the main screen, switched over to the cable box and left the power on the game. Is that bad for it? I don't want to ruin it but I sure do want to continue with my song choices. It took me some sweating and sore fingers so I am just not ready to stop yet. Obsessed much?<br /><br />Keep in mind this is the one and only video game I play or have any interest in playing. I love playing when I'm alone because I get distracted when someone talks to me. See? I'm keeping myself busy.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-9745874739418359172008-11-24T10:13:00.003-05:002008-11-24T10:28:04.454-05:00My kids are the bomb! Little geniuses I tell ya!I had my boys for the weekend and boy, did we have fun! As you know, their father had some issues with my temporary living <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">accommodations</span> and decided to keep them the majority of the time until I move into my new place at the beginning of January. Being the older son, Seth has a pretty good understanding of the situation but Sidney has a different view. We were walking back from the local Tim Horton's yesterday when he pipes up:<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sid</span>~"Mama, why do we have to wait such a long, long, long time to see you and we see Daddy more?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me~"Well, Daddy just thought it might be better until I get all our stuff into the new place. It's not much longer now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bubba</span> then everything will go back to normal."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sid</span>~"Well, I want it back to normal now."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me~"Me too Sidney."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Then at bedtime he says:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sid</span>~"Mama, are you picking us up tomorrow?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me~"No, Daddy is picking you up."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sid</span>~"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Awwww</span>...I want to come back here with you. Mama, I don't think you should have made that deal."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Out of the mouths of babes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wha</span>?</strong><br /><br />We had a snow storm on Friday night. Since I had heard all the weather warnings, I collected the boys and we went to rent movies, I bought a shovel and a scraper, and whatever snacks we needed to spend the weekend at home. A friend of mine was even kind enough to let us borrow a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">playstation</span>2 so we could play guitar hero!<br /><br />Seth and I spent some quality time cuddling up watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tv</span> once Sidney had gone to bed. He seems to be doing well and patiently waiting to get all his packed stuff back in his possession. He is a quiet thinker that boy, so he probably only says a portion of what's really on his mind. I am glad to see that he is doing well though. Grades are staying completely level...not to brag, but they are both near or at the top of their classes! It was such a great weekend and I am very grateful that we had such a nice time...snow storm and all. It's only another 5 weeks. What's that in a lifetime really?<br /><br />My back is sore today from all the shoveling! Come on, rain! Wash this all away before the snow comes again.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-13411182319338823812008-11-20T10:32:00.002-05:002008-11-20T10:42:39.516-05:00Are you prepared for winter?It snowed last night. This was the first "real" snowfall of 2008. It did snow on Tuesday as well, but it melted as soon as it hit the ground. Yesterday started off the same way. Really big, wet flakes of snow were falling like mad all afternoon making the ground and roads very wet. I came home, took a hot shower and settled in for the night with the curtains closed. It wasn't until a couple hours later when I was talking to the boys that I looked out and realized that the snow as actually staying on the ground! Oh crap, do I hate the snow. It looks pretty, sure but you still have to shovel it and drive in it. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurred</span> to me then that my ice scraper is in a box in my storage unit. Not performances my friends, not performance.<br /><br />This morning I awoke to a mini winter wonderland and my first thought was..."How the hell am I going to get all the snow off my car?"<br /><br />I went out to investigate the situation. I unlocked the car door and pried it open so I could start it. Then I went to work with my gas card. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmmm</span>...this isn't going to work. There's ice under that snow. What can I use? So, I remove my house key from my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">key chain</span> and head back into the warmth to collect my thoughts. <br /><br />Here's a mental picture for you...have you ever seen someone scrape their windshield with a spatula? Well, if you had been driving by my place this morning that's exactly what you would have seen. I sort of hid it a little from passing pedestrians as I must admit I felt a little silly. It did get the job done though. I think I will head to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wal</span>-Mart on the way home after work and get myself a real scraper with the brush on the other end. I believe I am going to need it.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-72192058418195386092008-11-17T21:49:00.002-05:002008-11-17T22:02:46.399-05:00Adjusting to the newness of it allI have been wanting to write, yet not feeling like actually doing it. I have been a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">negligent</span> blogger and reader lately. I try to take a peek at a few, but just haven't really been into it much. Everything has changed. Things feel so different and new. I am beginning to feel happier inside. I haven't cried in several days. This feels good. I find that I have withdrawn somewhat though. I often choose to spend time alone instead of going out and I don't even feel bad about it. I am just adjusting. <br /><br />The boys are, in fact spending more time at their father's. Once I had that accident and everything I just didn't have any more fight. Please understand I did not give up my boys or anything foolish like that. They are coming for some weekends and for Christmas of course. It's so unnatural seeming to not have anyone here to care for. Just me. I will have you know I have been eating more and feeling stronger too. I am healing. Still sad sometimes, but better for sure. I have already secured our permanent residence for January 1st. Everything is coming together and I am feeling positive I assure you. <br /><br />Suddenly I have all this time yet nothing to do with it all. Sometimes I don't even want to do anything. Not even this. I just think. I try to get used to the silence. This is such a temporary thing and it will be over before I can turn, so I can totally deal, but I am still overcome by the feeling of newness. <br /><br />I happen to be living close to my friend/co-worker and we are going to walk together. It's getting pretty cold outside, but it's still nice. I do have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">snowpants</span> if it gets that cold. Weather can change on a dime here in Nova <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scotia</span>. Just gotta stay warm is all.the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-38038133935036391662008-11-15T16:08:00.002-05:002008-11-15T16:22:12.774-05:00A Princess Funny from back in the day<strong>As you know I have been quite taken with the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span></a> since spring of 2007. I have re-connected with many old and dear friends and more than a few <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acquaintances</span> as well. Anyhow, one such friend sent me a message shortly after we became "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span> friends" saying that he remembered passing notes with me in junior high. Why do I not remember this? Probably because I was passing notes with many friends...both boys and girls. Back to the story...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>He sent me a message last evening when I logged in saying that he had been to his parent's place and dug out the notes. He said he had lots from many people. Must have been some interesting reading I think. Our conversation went like this:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>old friend: "I found one from you on the day you tripped me."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me: "I tripped you? That wasn't very nice."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>old friend: "Yeah, you apologised in the note."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me: "What did I say?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>old friend: "You said *sorry I tripped you at lunch today, but I couldn't resist*"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>me: *cackling at my computer for a minute* then I typed "man, what a bitch I was, but that's really funny."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>old friend: "totally."</strong><br /><strong></strong>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-89837257753322244122008-11-06T21:24:00.002-05:002008-11-06T21:32:49.145-05:00Healing with Twinkle<strong>My friend's place is very nice. She has each room painted in a different earth tone. She has a lot of candle holders and sconces and some white lights above the china cabinet for soft evening light. She also has them all around the fence of the backyard. There's this funky little hanging lamp in the bedroom that has little stars and moons cut out and that's where the light shines though. Perhaps I need to take a picture of it to show you. Soothing and soft. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahhhhh</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>The boys are coming home tomorrow and my cousin and her son are visiting as well. I am really looking forward to a weekend with my family. This is a healing place my friends. And that's just what I am beginning to do. Re-read <a href="http://princesscorinnainthehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-up-from-heartache-to-happiness.html">this</a> post if you have another moment. The process has begun. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-88573993998401786432008-11-01T23:26:00.002-04:002008-11-01T23:40:24.521-04:00A post from the Sassy SuzelSo my friend, Princess in the House, asked if I wanted to write a post for her blog. I was sent these cute “children’s funnies” today, so I thought I’d share.<br /><br />1. NUDITY A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement an d then asked, 'What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?'<br /><br />2. OPINION On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.'<br /><br />3. RELIGION A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out.'What have you got there, dear?'With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'<br /><br />4) POLICE It was the end of the day when a police officer parked his van in front of the station. Gathering his equipment, his K-9 partner, Jake, was barking. A little boy walked up and asked the officer “Is that a dog you got back there?““Yes it is” the officer replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at officer and then back in the van and finally asked, “What'd he do?”the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-90075058782333266782008-10-28T20:25:00.004-04:002008-10-28T20:39:59.842-04:00I mean Really, who throws a shoe anyway?You know the expression “waiting for the other shoe to drop”? Well, they seem to be just falling from the sky. I have to break this up into manageable pieces as I do have a tendency to jump around. My thoughts flit…you know this.<br /><br />Yesterday:<br /><br />I have been taking an early lunch breaks because it’s generally busier in the afternoon and everyone is trying to get out for a break. It just makes it easier and I don’t really mind. I was coming back from lunch and at a busy intersection just about a minute from work as I turned into the right turning lane and yielded to oncoming traffic. I was waiting the green car pass when this BIG ASS yellow company truck (not my company of course) did not yield, therefore rear-ending me with a HUGE FREAKIN BANG! My car lurched forward, luckily not into traffic. I was able to get it to the shoulder of the road and turn it off. Then the hyperventilation set in.<br /><br />*first thought*~~shit! Now I have to miss more time at work, just what I need…followed by a mental string of vile curses. It was pouring rain and I called work immediately to ask someone to come help me deal (since I am on the verge of hysteria and need reason), then I kinda rub my neck and get out to look at the back of the car. I spend a very short time examining the back (not realizing the damage on the right side at that point). Driver gets in to write down his info and ask if I’m ok. I tell him that it wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t already been having a few nasty days before.<br /><br />I spent the entire afternoon at emergency. Unfortunately, I met no cute ambulance drivers, police, nurses or doctors. Apparently the fireman was good looking but I couldn’t turn my head to look. Anyhow, I had my first ambulance ride and cursed the entire ride there. So…I have whiplash. NICE. You do realize that I’m moving this week right? Packing’s gonna be a bitch.<br /><br />Thursday:<br /><br />Shortly after 4:30pm that day I received a call at work from one of the leaders at the morning/after school program. For the second week in a row he had been short, rude and disrespectful to her, therefore he would be suspended from the club for a day. He is normally quite well behaved so there’s something up. I called to tell his father and he got angry first, then told me Seth has been asking to see a therapist. I do not object to this, it’s just a lot to absorb all at once. I finished work and went to collect the boys. I told Seth to go to his room and read and that we would talk about it later. We talked. I am sad for him. I don’t know what’s wrong and we aren’t who he wants to talk to. This is going to be good for him I think. Just a scary new phase.<br /><br />So, after the boys settled in for bed their father called back.<br /><br />Baby daddy~~”I am worried about their behavior lately and think that they should stay with me for the next 2 months while you are in transition. That would be best, don’t you think? All settled in the new apartment?” sigh “Princess, it makes me sick to my stomach to have to call. I know you have been dealing with a lot of things right now and maybe this will be better for them.”<br /><br />Mental me~~”NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THEM. PLEASE DON’T TAKE THEM FROM ME. I NEED THEM. I BETTER GET SOMETHING IN WRITING!<br /><br />Aloud~~”I’m not sure I can handle that. I’m not sure they can. We need to talk to them.” *of course there was quite a bit of tears on my end as well.*<br /><br />Ok my friends…so I understand all the practical reasons, the transition period and all of that. My rational mind tells me that even if this happens it’s not the end of the world. I can still see them on weekends and go to their activities. I still have them for Christmas Eve. I can see the upside. I can exercise every day and get into a balanced routine so that when they come back I am more healed and more healthy. *incidentally I am shrinking a little…trying to keep it under control* But, then there’s this whole other part of me that is just losing it. These are my children. How can I not see them when I am supposed to see them? How much will they miss me? I have been crying for days.<br /><br />Saturday:<br /><br />The ex boyfriend dropped his son off for a sleepover. He spoke with each of my boys (which was very nice) and we had a sweet, civilized, positive conversation ourselves. I never ever like for things to end on bad terms and with angry feelings, so it was comforting (even though I still know I need time all alone to heal). You have to know how much confusion was running through my brain. I wanted to hold him close, you know? It was nice, but it’s still over.<br /><br />Today:<br /><br />Whiplash is a bitch. Insurance companies can be difficult, but I happen to have a great broker. She hooked me up with a nice agent at my insurance company who has already begun handling all the details. I worked half the day then came home to rest as my neck is really sore as well as my right shoulder and forearm. No bruising, no deployment of the airbag. Lucky me.<br /><br />Baby daddy called back and wants to sit the boys down sometime this week to tell them they are staying with him for a while. The man has spoken. Shit! I could go to my lawyer and fix this…but I am not going to. I just want a document that we can both sign with witnesses that I will have my boys back with me as soon as this transition is done and lots of visits in the interim.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed. Any words you can give me to make me feel better? Aside from saying good thing I was in a car and not walking? Cause that would suck. Scroll down to the last couple of posts…had some guests in the princess house.<br /><br />whew...that was really long.<br /><br />I got to rest now.<br /><br />kisses<br />the princessthe princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36738518.post-65099373029236439342008-10-27T18:58:00.004-04:002008-10-27T19:05:37.126-04:00Mariposa's Haiku<div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Back to My Future<br /><br />it's over now, it was fun while it lasted, </div><div align="center">that i've come to accept</div><div align="center"><br />why it happened, how it happened and what happened </div><div align="center">dont hold meaning now</div><div align="center"><br />it's time to move on</div><div align="center">i've got my sanity back</div><div align="center">and i'm keeping it</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify"><strong>Mariposa inspires me with her posts every week and I am so glad she decided to write something that ties in so well to me right now.</strong> </div><div align="justify"> </div>the princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698755601338325750noreply@blogger.com6