Hello one and...well...maybe more then one...
It is been a fair while since I last wrote...I have no excuse other then laziness is sometimes a close, personal friend. Well, it's spring, well, it is in some parts of the world...time to shed the winter coat of "moo-ness" and get on with the blogging!
This entry will be a tale of Tigger. One evening back in January while I was making dinner, Sorcha stormed out of her room to announce that Tigger had been very bad and was on a "time out!". "Why?" I asked. "What did Tigger do?" With her hands on her hips and a look on her face that she could only have learned from me she said "He fell out of bed...on purpose! 4 times Mummy!" "Oh..." I said. "Yes, so I had to put him on a time out, for an hour!" So I went to her room and there he was, sitting on her little purple Ikea stool in a corner feeling looking very slouchy and sorry. I said that an hour was pretty long and Sorcha that it had to be this way because it was craft and drama time for all her other dolls and he was missing out, and this was his punishment. I felt it was harsh, but she disagreed and said that he would be on his time out everyday from 3pm-4pm for 2 weeks, just to make sure he learned. "OK..." I said. "If you're sure this is what he needs." I myself have never put Sorcha on a time out longer then 6 minutes so I wasn't sure where she got this long term time out from. But she was, in her own words "Very angry at him" and felt this was a fair punishment.
So poor Tigger sat on his stool until Sorcha rushed into her room at 4pm and put him back in bed with a stern talking too. The next day I wondered if she would remember her promise of a 2 week time out phase and sure enough, at 3pm, Tigger was back on the stool looking very sorry for himself. The next day, Sorcha wasn't coming home from school right way, but going to her friend Kale's house on the bus. I asked her about Tigger.
"What about Tigger and his time out?"
"Well...maybe you could put him on before you come over to Kale's after work."
"I'm not coming home after work."
"Oh...well, maybe I'll put him on his time out now."
"An all day time out? Seems kind of mean..."
"Oh well...maybe he won't get one today then, but he'll get on tomorrow."
Poor Tigger...but fear not, this tragic tale has a happy ending. I guess he was grateful for the day off from slouching in the corner of Sorcha's room for an hour when he would rather be sleeping in bed (it's so hard on his back you know) and so on the 3rd afternoon after Tigger had committed the horrid sin of "falling out of bed on purpose...4 times" Sorcha announced that his punishment was over because he had apologized. What a tiger that Tigger.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
A matter of Facial Importance
Sean comments on his facial hair a lot....I mean a lot! He strokes it often and asks my opinion about shaving and what not and threatens more often then I like that he may grow a mustache...gah... I try to be supportive..."Yes dear, it's very nice...perhaps a goatee...trim if you'd like...yadda yadda yadda..." And he then says something like "You don't care about my facial hair. You don't think about it as much as I do."
Well, for his birthday, I decided to make him feel like I care about his facial hair almost on the same intellectual level that he does and wrote him an Ode. I give you...
Well, for his birthday, I decided to make him feel like I care about his facial hair almost on the same intellectual level that he does and wrote him an Ode. I give you...
Ode To Sean's Beard!
Through darkness I traveled.
In search of light, in search of...understanding.
Behold! On the horizon!
Was it salvation I saw?
The darkness parted, like Moses parted the sea.
The gleaming light came slowly at first, but then came
brilliant and quick!
As if on the heels of Mercury himself!
It's brightness was almost unbearable to mine eyes, eyes that had lived
in obscurity for too long.
T'was it the sun you say? Yes and yet...Nay you fool!
It was HE! SEAN! The Sean of this...SEAN'S BEARD!
Bathed in the glow of his golden whiskers he stood smiling at the Sun
for the Sun shines to give light to his marvelous chin.
If it were not for this wonder, this... SEAN'S BEARD, the Sun would perish.
She would turn her face away from the world for if there is not this, this... SEAN'S BEARD
to shine up...what is her purpose?
With one hand on his hip, with his robes flying in the mighty breeze that surrounded him,
he stroked his prize this... SEAN'S BEARD, slowly, lovingly
as if to reassure face that it was well in derservance of this dazzling display of facial awe
this...SEAN'S BEARD.
Can this man, dare we say this God, can he think of nothing else except that
which grazes his face, this...SEAN'S BEARD?
Nay, for how can he?
These thoughts are for him like breathing.
It is something he must do.
With every though, he is wrapped in the manliness that is his,
this...SEAN'S BEARD.
And do not think that it is conceit for you too would do the same
if you too were in possession of a treasure such as this,
this...SEAN'S BEARD!
I felt as if I should turn away...as if I was not worthy of such an experience as witnessing
this...this...SEAN'S BEARD.
But I could not!
To have done so would have been to rob my eyes of that which gave it sight,
to become blind!
For no other sight is worth beholding after gazing upon the mightiness that is this,
this...SEAN'S BEARD!
He turned to me and smiled; his glowing face a compliment to his confident grin and said
"I think I'll shave..."
And I, as if struck down by the Hammer of Thor, fell down at his feet and cried,
"NO! For the love of all that is holy! For the hope of all beings who desire to possess a
radiance such as yours, do not peirce my soul! Do not deprive the world of your
glorious golden bounty!
This...SEAN'S BEARD!
He laughed, his head back to the sky. "Oh you obedient servant to my facial prowess,
fear not!
I only mean to give it a trim, to keep the perfection that is,
that always will be
that the world will forever behold
this....
SEAN'S BEARD!"
Through darkness I traveled.
In search of light, in search of...understanding.
Behold! On the horizon!
Was it salvation I saw?
The darkness parted, like Moses parted the sea.
The gleaming light came slowly at first, but then came
brilliant and quick!
As if on the heels of Mercury himself!
It's brightness was almost unbearable to mine eyes, eyes that had lived
in obscurity for too long.
T'was it the sun you say? Yes and yet...Nay you fool!
It was HE! SEAN! The Sean of this...SEAN'S BEARD!
Bathed in the glow of his golden whiskers he stood smiling at the Sun
for the Sun shines to give light to his marvelous chin.
If it were not for this wonder, this... SEAN'S BEARD, the Sun would perish.
She would turn her face away from the world for if there is not this, this... SEAN'S BEARD
to shine up...what is her purpose?
With one hand on his hip, with his robes flying in the mighty breeze that surrounded him,
he stroked his prize this... SEAN'S BEARD, slowly, lovingly
as if to reassure face that it was well in derservance of this dazzling display of facial awe
this...SEAN'S BEARD.
Can this man, dare we say this God, can he think of nothing else except that
which grazes his face, this...SEAN'S BEARD?
Nay, for how can he?
These thoughts are for him like breathing.
It is something he must do.
With every though, he is wrapped in the manliness that is his,
this...SEAN'S BEARD.
And do not think that it is conceit for you too would do the same
if you too were in possession of a treasure such as this,
this...SEAN'S BEARD!
I felt as if I should turn away...as if I was not worthy of such an experience as witnessing
this...this...SEAN'S BEARD.
But I could not!
To have done so would have been to rob my eyes of that which gave it sight,
to become blind!
For no other sight is worth beholding after gazing upon the mightiness that is this,
this...SEAN'S BEARD!
He turned to me and smiled; his glowing face a compliment to his confident grin and said
"I think I'll shave..."
And I, as if struck down by the Hammer of Thor, fell down at his feet and cried,
"NO! For the love of all that is holy! For the hope of all beings who desire to possess a
radiance such as yours, do not peirce my soul! Do not deprive the world of your
glorious golden bounty!
This...SEAN'S BEARD!
He laughed, his head back to the sky. "Oh you obedient servant to my facial prowess,
fear not!
I only mean to give it a trim, to keep the perfection that is,
that always will be
that the world will forever behold
this....
SEAN'S BEARD!"
Now never again can Sean say I don't care about his facial hair. Perhaps I care about it...too much.
'til we meet again,
Cinfully Silly
'til we meet again,
Cinfully Silly
Thursday, January 17, 2008
2008 is off to a good start...
Hello All
It has been a while, but life gets busy and my blog doesn't take priority I'm afraid...But I am back. The East Coast Rules have so far had a pretty good start to 2008. On January 7th, I won a photo contest. :) I entered the above picture into a photo contest at Shoppers Drug Mart in December (I didn't even know they had monthly photo contests. A lady who works there suggested I enter one of my photos when I was getting some of them printed off...) and was called on January 7th to be informed that I had won. I was thrilled to be honest! I hardly ever win anything! I won a copy of my photo, a $10 gift card and they are displaying it in the store for a month. I intend, eventually, to make a go of combining my photos with my hand made paper and try to sell them in gift shops or what not....
But the main event in my life at the mo is the start of the Miramichi, yet to be officially named, community Theatre group!! Oh, glorious, glorious stage...to be on you again makes my heart sing. We had our first meeting on the 15th and it was quite productive. First order of business; finding the right script!! We are hoping to have our first show up in late spring. I am giddy and a bit nauseous ( in a good way). I have been hoping this would happen here since we arrived here, and even considered trying to form a group myself, but had not the courage or resources so...I will keep all you posted on our script of choice as I'm sure the edge of your seats is where you will all be at until then!
All else is well in world of Rule. Sorcha received a camera from Santa and has taken a fair number of photos. I will ask her if she would like to post some soon.
Until next time...
Cinfully yours.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Literally more awesomer than a Panda..
Hello to all my adoring fans...it's been a while...where to begin? I hope Christmas spirit is well and good in your nature and that you are on your way to a lovely Christmas Day.
Sorcha has made some comments and queries of interest as of late and I feel they deserve to be typed into blog land.
Every day at school, her class checks out the days weather on their smart board. ( a type of interactive white board that can be connected to the Internet.) Sorcha has noticed that the weather outside does not always match up or reflect the weather conditions on the weather network website. However, she does not believe this is the fault of the weather network folk. No she strongly believes this due to the fact that ( and I quote) "The weather has no appreciation for the weather network." So apparently the meteorologists are never wrong...it's the weather and it's shenanigans...
A few weeks ago I was heading out to the gym. Due to illness, it had been about 3 weeks since I had gone. On my way out the door I said "Gah, it's been so long since I've been! I'm going to die!" And Sorcha says "Not literally Mummy..." I don't know about you, but that word wasn't in my vocab when I was 6. I was surprised that she used it in a sentence and more impressed that she used it correctly as I've heard adults use the word horribly wrong! It was very amusing.
The other day while we were all getting ready for work and school and what not, Sorcha, who is a bit obsessed with the cartoon Grinch, says "You know what? There should be a movie called 'Santa kills the Grinch'. " Trying not to laugh, Sean and I suggested that perhaps the movie could be called "Santa catches the Grinch and throws him in jail" because Santa would never kill anyone. And Sorcha's responce was "No...the title is too long." I'm inclined to agree with her...
And wrapping up the tales I've been meaning to share with my fans is a new twist on an old classic Christmas song that a couple of Sorcha's friends at school made up. (It should go down in history...)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Mousie
Had a very shiny toe
And if you ever saw it
He would be more awesomer than a Panda.
And on that note, I bid you all a fine farewell and wish you all the happiest and safest of Christmases...
'til we meet again,
Cin
Sorcha has made some comments and queries of interest as of late and I feel they deserve to be typed into blog land.
Every day at school, her class checks out the days weather on their smart board. ( a type of interactive white board that can be connected to the Internet.) Sorcha has noticed that the weather outside does not always match up or reflect the weather conditions on the weather network website. However, she does not believe this is the fault of the weather network folk. No she strongly believes this due to the fact that ( and I quote) "The weather has no appreciation for the weather network." So apparently the meteorologists are never wrong...it's the weather and it's shenanigans...
A few weeks ago I was heading out to the gym. Due to illness, it had been about 3 weeks since I had gone. On my way out the door I said "Gah, it's been so long since I've been! I'm going to die!" And Sorcha says "Not literally Mummy..." I don't know about you, but that word wasn't in my vocab when I was 6. I was surprised that she used it in a sentence and more impressed that she used it correctly as I've heard adults use the word horribly wrong! It was very amusing.
The other day while we were all getting ready for work and school and what not, Sorcha, who is a bit obsessed with the cartoon Grinch, says "You know what? There should be a movie called 'Santa kills the Grinch'. " Trying not to laugh, Sean and I suggested that perhaps the movie could be called "Santa catches the Grinch and throws him in jail" because Santa would never kill anyone. And Sorcha's responce was "No...the title is too long." I'm inclined to agree with her...
And wrapping up the tales I've been meaning to share with my fans is a new twist on an old classic Christmas song that a couple of Sorcha's friends at school made up. (It should go down in history...)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Mousie
Had a very shiny toe
And if you ever saw it
He would be more awesomer than a Panda.
And on that note, I bid you all a fine farewell and wish you all the happiest and safest of Christmases...
'til we meet again,
Cin
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
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,
Cin
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,
Cin
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,
Cin
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