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The loonie store is a wondrous place. I found these salad containers there – they have a compartment in the lid where you put your dressing so when you’re ready to eat, you just push this button on top, and pop! the dressing goes into the container below (hopefully you put some salad in there first). Give it a shake and your salad is ready to eat (so long as you have a fork. I suppose you could use your hands, but that would get messy).
My point is, you never know what you’re going to find at the loonie store. And wouldn’t you be interested in finding out what other people’s loonie stores carry? OMG. Loonie store nirvana.
If you do and you want to participate in an exchange, pop on over to Just One Miss’ Dollar Store Challenge (yes, it originates in the US so it’s a “dollar store” not a “loonie store” – although I find our name much more entertaining).
The way it works: you leave a comment, and you’ll be contacted via email for your mailing address and then you’ll be paired up with someone. Take $20 and go to the loonie store and buy some stuff. Put it in a box and mail it to the person you were matched up with. You’ll receive a box too. Then you can blog about it. Or whatever.
But Miss wants more Canadians! So go. Comment. And sign up by March 10 (that’s Wednesday, people).
You’re running out of time to RSVP for the meetup/tweetup/whatever. If you want to go, you have to fill out the form by Thursday, March 4th. Otherwise, you won’t be able to hang out with some uber-cool people like Scatteredmom (who is bringing these cookies! if that doesn’t make you want to show up, I don’t know what will); Left Coast Mama; Amber; Carrie; Zoeyjane (whose name is actually Terra); Crunchy Carpets (whose name is also Kerry but spelled differently) and a bunch of other people (sorry I didn’t include everyone but I’m getting tired of making links). Oh and the Poptart will be there.
So go. Sign up. Have fun and hang with some really cool people for a bit and have some brunch.
Date: Saturday March 6, 2010
Time: 11:00am (please be on time as much as possible!)
Place: Timbre Restaurant, 2068 Commercial Drive, Vancouver BC
The scene: in the car, dropping Left Coast Mama off and preparing to go in to pick up the Poptart:
Me: Oh, a meter.
Left Coast Mama: Oh that’s okay. They don’t monitor the meters at 6:15pm on a Sunday.
20 minutes later, I get back to the car, put the Poptart in and find this gift on my windshield:
(Click to embiggen if you like).
Edited to add: in no way am I blaming Left Coast Mama, who arranged for a group of us to go to High Tea at the Secret Garden, and whose husband, the ever-gentlemanly @AnthonyFloyd, took care of the Poptart for a couple of hours.
I just happen to have the worst parking luck ever. I almost always luck out and find a spot, but am prone to getting parking tickets. Like the time I parked (illegally) to dash into a bakery for 5 minutes, came back out and found a By-law officer writing me a ticket. I hopped in the car and drove off before they could say anything though. And then there was the time on Commercial Drive when the meter expired 10 minutes before I got there and I had a ticket. On a Sunday. At 5pm.
Posted January 6, 2010on:
I know it’s only a week into January, but I really think I’ve cemented the mother of the year award with my uber-good parenting today.
1. Before we went out to Mother Goose, I set up the kitchen and entry so that the roomba could run around in there. I was moving the chairs, etc., into the living room where the poptart was playing with the (metal) heating vent on the wall. Then she yanked a tag off the the chair that I hadn’t removed. By the time I got to her she had consumed about a quarter of it.
2. I picked her up, put her pants on (she hangs out in a shirt only, usually), and went to put her boots and coat on her. When I got to the entry, I noticed there were drops of blood on her pants and shirt. I looked all over my hands for it; turns out she cut her finger open on the heating vent.
3. I took her upstairs, cleaned the cut and put a couple of those little round bandaids on it. Then I packed her in the car and went off to Mother Goose (you see where this is going, right?). When I got to Mother Goose, the bandaids were off her finger. I only found one of them.
It’s okay – it was one of the fabric ones.
And yes, I put new pants on her.
And that was just TODAY. Earlier in the week, I washed her sippy cup in the dishwasher and then filled it and put the lid back on – without the valve. It took me about 4 days to figure out why she was choking on the water all the time.
Just give up. Mother of the Year Award 2010 is MINE.
1 : an act or instance of making or including in a list
2 : something that is listed
: to tilt to one side; especially of a boat or ship : to tilt to one side in a state of equilibrium (as from an unbalanced load)
I am not sure I have been the best person I can be for the past 8 months. I have become a mother – a huge change for me and my life has been revolving around the baby. There are times where I feel like I am losing myself. I have been listing – unbalanced.
So, in an effort to stop listing, I am listing my resolutions by theme month by month.
January: Finding Balance
1. Take time for myself daily and weekly in order to find myself.
- Take half an hour after my shower to meditate or read.
- Go for a swim or aquafit class one night per week after dinner.
- Take a 2-4 hour block of time one day on the weekend to myself and get out of the house.
- Take 20 minutes a day to do the 30 day shred.
2. Get started on the Poptart’s baby book. I have a bunch of free 4×6’s from Costco – I might as well use them.
3. Take an hour 3x/week while the Poptart is sleeping to do the necessary reading for the course I signed up for at University of Victoria*:
- when the Poptart sleeps in, unplug: don’t turn the TV on and leave the internet alone. Do the reading and the notes, then do the rest of the stuff.
- Use the Poptart’s nap times, when possible to do the work.
4. Set up a weekly meal plan by major food group. Find at least one new recipe to try each week (more on this over the weekend – I have an idea but that is a post in itself).
5. And participating in this because it sounds like fun and a good way to reconnect.
And that seems like enough.
Tonight, I’m trying really hard to remember the spirit of the season. And yet, I am perturbed. Angry, even.
A couple of years ago, we had a fire at my townhouse complex. Two units gutted, one with extensive smoke and water damage. The people that lived in those units just moved back in a couple of weeks ago.
The culprit? The elderly man in the end unit who was cold (in the middle of August) and turned a space heater on and it caught fire. No one’s really sure if the heater got too close to something or if it short-circuited or what. There’s no blame anywhere.
A little backstory: the couple in that unit, the man and his wife, are elderly. She is often gone, visiting her grandkids (another story :sigh:). He is left alone.
Oh and the year before the fire, he was diagnosed with dementia. It was harmless, really, before the fire. He’d grouse at people parking in the visitors parking, grouse at people driving too fast in the complex, etc. And then the fire. His wife had said he wouldn’t be back – that she was getting help for him.
Today, Darren came upstairs and said there were firetrucks outside. I immediately went to the window to ogle the firemen. Unfortunately, they were pulling away. I went upstairs to get some diapers so we could go out and from the upstairs window, I saw the fire supervisor’s truck still there. I figured they were conducting some sort of inspection on the newly-repaired units.
We packed up and went out. When we pulled out of the garage, we noticed there was a second truck, some firefighters putting away some equipment, and the old man from that unit wandering around. Our neighbours 2 doors down were out and watching.
On the way to Costco, I informed Darren that if our family (especially the Poptart) was hurt because of something the old man did, there would be hell to pay. He agreed with me.
Apparently, the wife had gone out and he was going to boil some water. So he put a kettle on their gas stove.
It was an electric kettle. You know, the kind with the plastic outside and the base it sits on that you switch on to boil (no stove needed)?
Another neighbour heard the fire alarm, called 911 and then went in to get him. He was in the kitchen, watching, and refusing to leave because he didn’t think it would get any bigger. Apparently the flames were already at the fan. The neighbour is having breathing problems because of inhaling poisonous fumes from the burning plastic and was on 100% oxygen for a couple of hours.
The wife came home, was told what happened, and left him at home alone again. TWICE IN THE SAME AFTERNOON.
That’s when the 2 doors down neighbours called the police to see what could be done. They sent someone by to do an evaluation.
And so, I am feeling perturbed at the moment. As Darren says, the old man has proven, at least twice, that he does stupid shit when he’s left alone. And his wife refuses to recognize this.
I can only hope that at this point, she will get the help she needs.
Because really, if it happens again, I’m not the only one who will be uncharitable.
So because I have to make up FOUR posts now in the next three days (why can’t November have 31 days), that makes SEVEN posts I have to do, you’re going to get at least two today.
On Friday, Darren’s mom called and said they would pay for the Poptart’s next carseat. On Monday, I went to Baby’s World to try some out. She, of course, takes after her mother and likes one of the more expensive ones.
On Tuesday, the Poptart had her 6 month Doctor appointment where she got her regular vaccines and the first part of the baconic plague vaccine. She has to go back in three weeks for the next part. She weathered them like a champ. She was 28 inches long and 19 lbs. I’d been noticing that she’d gotten heavier and her bucket car seat was getting very difficult to carry. And she just didn’t look comfortable in her carseat any more.
Yesterday, I called Baby’s World and put a hold on the carseat.
Later today, the Poptart will take the last ride in her bucket carseat. We will retire the two bases and find a place to store them. And we Darren will install the new carseat in the car.
At 11am I’m meeting Amber at Baby’s World. I’m apologizing in advance if I end up crying on her.