This post goes out to any readers in Pang. I need your help, please!
In preparation for the move we've been in touch with the people who's house we are moving into. We were told that our Star Choice satellite would not work in Pang (because of the mountains we wouldn't get a signal) so we'll have to get regular cable. Then the other day I was having a conversation with someone here and mentioned it and was told that satellite is indeed available in my new home town. AND that the reception in the area of the Northern store is the best in town. We're going to be living right by the Northern! He even gave me the name and number of the person who could hook up my dish for me.
So my dilemma is who to believe. We've already cancelled our Star Choice because they require 30 days notice but now I'm wondering if I should cancel the cancellation. Please, tell me who's right so I can figure out what to do. As sad as it is, TV is too important to me to be without.
I've been dying for a pair of the Olympic mitts that everyone is sporting in Vancouver but haven't got around to ordering them. Well guess what I got in the mail yesterday?? Thanks Mom!!! Now I can cheer like a pro.
I'm thoroughly enjoying this Olympic experience. I've been watching as much as I can and since I'm home almost all the time, I pretty much see it all. I'm thrilled for the medals we've earned and am just as thrilled with the great performances that have put our athletes in positions like 4th, 5th and 6th. There are several of those rankings and I say 4th (5th or 6th) in the world ain't bad. As I write this tonight we are looking at getting at least one more medal from woman's short track speed skating so by the time you read this our total will be six. And possibly seven since two of the four competitors in the final are from our proud country. GO CANADA GO!!
And my favorite non-Canadian thing from the games so far?... those checkered curling pants. Just for them I cheer Norway on to a silver medal. Second to the Martin rink of course.
I finally have information to share about our move to Pang!! Looks like the official moving date is March 17th so it's not going to be long now. I've been procrastinating quite a bit on getting anything ready because I guess without a date it was still a very abstract concept. Now that we have the date and it's only a few weeks away, I still haven't done anything. The first thing is to get the stuff together for the yard sale. I have so much junk I'm hoping to get rid of, I hope it goes well.
We are lucky that we will be getting movers to come and pack everything for us. That's a load off my mind for sure. I do still have to get the essentials packed to take with us on moving day so we have a frying pan, a couple of plates, cutlery etc. to get us through the first few days while we wait for our boxes to be delivered. I can handle that.
The thing I'm dreading the most is the cleaning. I'm not the best housekeeper on the block, I'll be the first to admit that. I will also admit the level of cleanliness that I feel is acceptable for guests is substantially higher than the standards I keep for myself. So since someone is moving into this house after me, and is someone I sort of know already I will need to really scrub the place so I'm not mortified when they get here. I may even treat myself to some help on that front.
So much to think about, so much to do! Let the list making begin.
It was a beautiful day today and I thought it was about time to get Oliver out for some fresh air. We got ourselves bundled and headed down to the park. It was Oliver's first time walking around in the snow and I'm not sure he was too impressed. There were alot of 'I've fallen and I can't get up' moments.
So tomorrow is the day I've been waiting for for so very long. Bring on the Olympic fanfare!!! My mother posed a question to our family tonight and I thought it would make for a good blog post for anyone who enjoys the games. The question... Who do you think is going to be the person to light the cauldron? There are plenty of rumors going around. Wayne Gretzky? Kurt Browning? Nancy Green? Mom even heard something about a hologram of Terry Fox doing it.
My first thought was Rick Hansen. Elvis Stoiko (god I hope not). Myriam Bedard?
If you remember (I didn't, I looked it up) it was a 12 year old figure skater, Robyn Perry who had the honor at the '88 games in Calgary. That proves that it doesn't have to be a famous Canadian athlete. Just for fun, I'd love to hear who you think it might be.
I believe very much in the importance of reading to your children. I started doing it when Oliver was just a few weeks old and tried right from the beginning to make it part of our daily routine. Then it was easy.
Lately it's been very hard to continue with it because he won't sit still. I've given up at bed time because I find he's just too tired and gets whiny. Any other time he will sit for the first page or two but then is climbing off my lap and is on the run again. I've even given up story books and only read books that have one picture and one word per page thinking that may keep his attention a little longer. That didn't work either.
My latest attempt has been to read a story to him in the bathtub. We've been doing it for 3 nights now and although he doesn't seem to pay attention to what I'm saying, he can't get away from me and I know he hears me. I also like that he can't grab the book, he can't try and rip out the pages and I can actually go back to reading stories again.
I'm sure I'm not alone with these problems. I'd love to hear what other moms have done to keep reading to a busy little one. As always, thanks in advance for any advice I get.
I went to bed last night with a belly ache and no wonder when you take a look at this table.
Meaghan suggested we have a cake swap for our next girls night which we ended up having at my place. Everyone brought a sweet of some kind and we pulled number to see who picked first. I got number one so I chose the one I made... the double chocolate cheesecake. The person with number 2 had the choice to take from the table or steal from me and so on. Needless to say I didn't get to keep my cheesecake but I did end up with 'Sex in a Pan' which is mighty yummy. But I'm not stupid... When I made my cake I poured a little of the filling in a muffin tin so I had 2 individual sizes ones just for me. And Nick, but mostly for me.
It was a really good night with games, prizes, gossip, snacks and lots of laughs. It was just what I needed to get me out of my blahs and give me a better outlook on the week ahead. Maybe it's just the sugar rush but I'll take it.
I've had a serious case of the blah's lately. It seems like every day is the same, and every day is boring. I am grasping at straws for things to blog about which I'm sure you've noticed. My housework, which isn't my best event anyway, is piling up cause I don't have the energy to do much but the minimum necessities.
Adding to the blues is the frustration of having a busy 13 month old. Why, WHY does he insist on opening the door 80 times a day when I clearly tell him no every time. I've done everything I know to get him to stop and all he does is smile at me and do it again. If the door didn't lead to the bathroom where he is obsessed with the toilet I'd let him play with it but playing in the toilet is just not cool. Unfortunately the door we have, and the toilet are not built for the standard baby proofing mechanisms and I haven't been able to come up with any brilliant makeshift ideas. Duct tape doesn't work well on doors. I guess if I was going to be here longer I would put a hook on it. I just thought of that. Note to self: get some for the new house..... Now I'm babbling.
Anyway, I know this is normal for kids this age but wow is it frustrating. I've done a good job of baby proofing the rest of the house and he has the run of it. I just don't understand why he insists on doing the one thing I don't want him to do. Welcome to parenting huh?
I love my son, I love my son, I love my son..... but being a parent is hard sometimes!
I finally got the fur on my latest sewing project and took a few minutes to take some self portraits. (I should have changed out of my PJ pants I guess) The best part of my new coat? The inside pockets!
I'm watching the Bachelor and writing a post about the fever Oliver had today and thinking that it could be the worst, most boring post I've ever writen. Lucky for you, during the last commercial break there was a 30 second spot where this guy was telling the story of how he met his girlfriend and at the end, he asked her to marry him (with a diamond from Jared of course) so now I'm going to blog about that.
Call me traditional but I think a proposal should be between 2 people and not for millions during a bad reality show. The same goes with proposals at hockey games, at family reunions, in restaraunts.... or any other public venues. Even if you're really sure and would of course say yes, I think the pressure of everyone watching makes it so much less special. Can you imagine being proposed to where all of North America is asked to log on to some website to see if you said yes? I think that's mortifying. Maybe it's just me. Then again, who am I to judge, I'm watching the Bachelor which may be the worst show ever put on TV. But I do love watching crazy woman make fools of themselves on TV. I should really turn it off and go read a book or something.
Off topic... how is it that all 25 of the woman fall in love with the guy? None of them meet him and say, you know, he's great but he's just not my type. Great casting? I think it's more like surpreme female competition.