Blogging about Nothing

Here I sit with nothing to blog about. I am not at work because my voice is going and it disappears at will with no warning and so I sit squeaking worse than a mouse who's had his cheese stolen. Although my job requires a voice for 100% of the work I do I feel guilty because I'm not feeling that bad. Ho Hum.

Onwards and upwards however I hope to get a good night sleep, probably by sleeping in the spare room so I don't keep my husband up with the snoring I develop when I am ill and he doesn't keep me up because again when I'm ill I'm a light sleeper. I say when I'm ill because generally speaking a bomb could go off beside my head I would sleep right through it.

Speaking of which here's an odd trivia fact.. I can sleep though just about anything...except my son making a peep. It doesn't have to be a loud peep. I wake up hearing him sneeze from two rooms away. I wonder why that wakes me up but almost nothing else does.

This probably falls under the same crazy Mom laws for the same reason I have to check him at night before I go to bed and if I wake up at any point I need to check him again. I don't know what I check him for. I understand logically that there is really no reason to check him. I realize logically that there is little to no chance that were he to just stop breathing for some reason it's not likely going to be in the 2 seconds I am in his room and I just happen to be checking on him. But logical doesn't come into play when it comes to this. I have tried to just go back to sleep and instead lay there tossing and turning until I haul my fanny back outta bed, tippy toe down the hallway and check. Then I return to my bed and fall asleep in five seconds flat.

Well for not having anything to blog about I sure managed to type a lot. Sweet dreams to everyone out there.

Why a Sore Throat

Here I am after a few dreary days off where I hid from the rain as much as possible and now that I am headed back to work what do I get? A sore throat. I don't look sick.. I don't sound overly sick but I can barely swallow. The question..suck it up and head into work or play the pansy and stay home. Now generally I'm all for staying home if you are sick as I work in a field where nobody wants to share your cold and you earn hate points for spreading it around to the masses. Today however I just can't justify not going in..I just don't feel sick. At least as long as I don't eat or drink or talk. Oh wait...I do a LOT of that at work. hrmmmm

Well I went in anyways. Possibly not the smartest decision in life but it was one of the girls on my watch's last day with us before the watch change so I wanted to be there. I wanted more junk food. Here is the fun part: With a pocket full of Halls and Chloraseptic I headed in. I have never used Chloraseptic before and if you are the same I gotta say right now.. I Heart Chloraseptic spray. Instant relief from a sore throat pain. The only side affect is not being able to feel your tongue either haha.

I bumbled my way through another day of work and now I'm at home trying not to talk and wondering if this potential cold is going to go away and come at me with the vengeance only a bad cold can instate.

I hardly feel that a cold at any time of year is great but one in the spring is just plain mean. Here's a picture of some of the mountains around the area in our chilly and wet spring so far.

Change is Change

Today is a sad day and a great day all wrapped into one. There is a bit of a shake up at work and some of the people who work with me are moving to a different watch a couple new people are joining my crew. The sad part loosing two of my "gang" who love to torment each other at every turn and the freedom that comes knowing they won't be offended by pretty much anything you say. A crew where we feel free to talk about everything from leg waxing to the crazy things our kids get up to what the latest tv show or movie we watched is.

The great part.. the amazing Barbeque we threw together for lunch. We had BBQ hotdogs with all the fixings, BBQ potato, yam and carrots cooked in butter in tinfoil packets, potato skins, an asian salad, ice cream sandwhiches, peanut butter cookies and banana berry muffins, chips and then, as if my waist wasn't already expanding exponentially as it was, we had cake. The cake was a double layer cake with one chocolate layer and whi layer.. icing with a super yummy jam in the middle and Nutella on top... mmmmmmm Nutella. What's better than Chocolate that you can pretend is a healthy breakfast spread.. it's still chocolate!

I rolled my way out of work today and was almost horrified to hear that my four year old wanted a speacial treat for dinner. That special treat turned out to be McDonalds. I almost said no but hey whats an extra five pounds gained in a single day so why not! I'd like to admit I used a touch of restraint and had a happy meal instead of a full size meal however it wasn't restraint at all. I just wanted a second Shrek toy for my kid.

Since no one should have to see a photo of me filling my face I decided instead to post a picture of something much cuter that was having a snack.

Camera Club

It's pouring rain again. I think the weather is purposely conspiring to keep me in the house which is slowly driving me insane. The good news is there is Camera Club tonight. I love getting out of the house and just rubbing elbows with other people who know what they are doing as I try to glean information off of them. I love trying to experiment with things that they teach.

One such lesson that we recently had was distorted reflections with mylar.. check out the results.

Weeds

Today my husband and I went outside to clear the weeds from the flower garden. After watching him in action I now understand why so many of my flowers didn't come up this year. I'm afraid that my loving husband needs a class in botany. That or he just doesn't believe that anything except tulips are flowers and in that tone he has now removed everything that didn't look like a tulip from the flower garden. Goodbye Peony bushes I'll miss you and goodness knows what else was sacrificed to his efficiency..

Baking

My son and I did some baking today. He asked to make cupcakes.. I said sure..then looked in the fridge..no eggs. Note to self check ingredients before agreeing next time. Not one to break his heart I explained that Mommy had run out of eggs so before we could bake the cupcakes we had to run to the grocery store. With all the logic of a four year old he advised me that he didn't want to go grocery shopping, he wanted to make cupcakes. Insert long conversation about how ingredients make things and so we need them BEFORE we can make the cupcakes.

I haul my lazy butt out of the chair I had planned to spend most of my day sitting in and get ready to go downtown with him. Now the ultimate choice.. which grocery store to go to.. the one with the racecar cart or the one with the rocketship cart because when you have to convince the four year old to go it's best to go to one he's going to like. Turns out he had a hankering for dodging Meteors so it's off to the store with the Rocketship cart today.

I find it funny when you go out in public with an exhuberant child. Most days my son is pretty mellow and so he doesn't draw a lot of attention but today he was in full on blasting mode making sure to save the earth from the dangerous meteors. Now I would say 95% of people hear him chattering about how he is going to blast the meteors and how he tells me to turn left or right so the meteor misses us and they laugh at how cute he is having fun. Invariably however there is always the one grumpy shopper. The one who doesn't understand kids and doesn't understand why people can't keep their kids under control.

To this person I state, I apologize that your can't find happiness in the innocence of childhood fun but that I'm not stopping my kid from having fun while he can. There will come a time in his life when this type of behaviour will no longer be "cool" when he'll be expected to be professional and until that time I hope he enjoys every moment of blissful innocence he can. I relish the days where his biggest problem in life is what to have for a snack granola bar or crackers and why the wing keeps falling off his dragon. And I hope that for that grumpy shopper out there they have a chance to feel like a kid again and remember what it feels like to be that happy.

After mixing the cupcakes and pouring them into the cupcake pan we put them in the oven to cook. Fifteen lifetimes later, or in adult time fifteen minutes, the timer goes off and we take the cupcakes out. Once again insert long conversation about why you can't decorate the cupcakes with icing and sprinkles right away. So begins the longest hour... the hour where icing and food colouring and sprinkles and icing pens wait to be used by deft little hands that..well lets face it aren't so deft. Every 5 minute increment being filled with several inquiries as to whether the cupcakes are cool or not yet. But eventually they are cool. Each cupcake gets it's own unique decoration job. After all that hard work and two cupcakes later his tummy is full and he's a happy boy, which makes me a happy mommy.