Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Much Ado about Jammie Pants

So the other night, just as Sean and I were about to go to sleep I started thinking about my jammie pants. They are blue, very cosy and have snowmen on them. Happy snowmen, frolicking in the snow...imagine that...Anyway, I started thinking about how cozy my pants were and how it was kind of odd that my cosy pants had snowmen on them because when one thinks of cozy they don't usually think of snowmen...So I voiced this deep thought to Sean and he said that perhaps the pants were meant to mean that much like the snowmen, I am comfortable. The snowmen are comfy in the snow and I am comfy in my pants. However, I pointed out that snowmen are cold so really, cozy and cold don't always go together, at least not where jammie pants are concerened. And so Sean said that maybe they mean that if I was out in the snow with the snowmen and in my snowman jammie pants I would comfortable in the snow because of my cozy pants and therefore be content in the snow, like the snowmen. However, I had to then point out that although my pants are warm for jammie pants, they would not be warm enough for outside and romping with the snowmen. It almost came to fisty cuffs (or however that expression goes) and I think we agreed to disagree. I did say though, that if you had snowmen on a pair of snowpants, that you would be much like the snowmen on the pants; comfortable in the snow. And this would be a state where cold and cozy could come together.

Chew on that thought people, it's a thinker...

Until next time,

Surrender to Cin

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Absolutely Speachless

It's odd, losing your voice...I've been talking like I'm up to 3 packs a day for 5 days now and there seems to be no end in sight. The only real cure for laryngitis is not talking which is difficult when you have to work and take care of your family. At work I just didn't talk if I didn't absolutely have to. Which, in the case of today where talking may have added fuel to an already negative fire , was probably a good thing. On the home front, my wee girl has a magna doodle which was my communication of choice for the evening. And luckily she can read. However, there were several games of Shirades at the dinner table which proved to be more humourours then informative.

But now, it's just me and my thoughts. My better half has gone to work for the evening and my wee girl is in bed. Not talking makes me sleepy, makes me relax which makes me think that maybe a lot of the time what I'm talking about is not worth saying outloud. If I didn't feel the need to vent all the time and say every little thought that came into my head, at home anyway, perhaps all of us would be a little more relaxed. My wee girl often feeds off my moods and if I'm in a yelly, tense place she is too. But since I wasn't talking tonight, she seemed to feed off my quietness and it was a generally pleasant evening all round. We even managed to get through bath time without ANY screaming despite her getting water all over her face. This is a record for sure!

So without sending myself into a shame spiral in regards to how my crappy moods and endless venting and my often micro managing mothering can sometimes make everyone around me miserable, I think I'll take a lesson from my forced speachless phase and think more before I talk and really examine if what I about to say is absolutely necessary for everyone to hear.

'Til next time,

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Potty Humour

To quote Wanda from my favourite show Corner Gas, "Why not put it on your blog and have the whole world ignore it. " So I here I go, my second attempt at being a blogger.

Our little one is quite the artisit. At only 6 years old she can draw better then I could at 10. I think she takes after her father. Her father was working on some story boards the other day and she decided to join in the fun. Above is what she drew. Ah... the mind of a 6 year old lives in the bathroom...

'til next time,