See them up there in the left hand corner.. Blongedy blong blong blong! Watch Mr. Dick blow a spring! Blongedy blong blong blong! 

Toto... I don't think we're in Petawawa anymore!

So... I really should have blogged my saga yesterday because it's taken me a whole 48 hrs to calm down and I'm afraid re-hashing it will only pick off the thin layer of scabulous tissue... GROSS.

ewww.

We may have become engaged in a small war with our neighbour who I will call... Ummm... DICK. This man is the type of neighbour who you are sure he sits in his house thinking of things he can complain about , in turn, making your existence beside him, let's say, less than desirable. Yeah, that's a nice politically correct way to word it.
If it's not when we should be mowing the grass or our children being geographically present on his grass ( try explaining to a three year old the concept of where OUR grass ends and HIS grass begins!) to whether our cats are outside scaring away the birds or when we should replace our windows. The man has an opnion about everything. Well, the last straw was tuesday.

In the summer he had asked us to remove our ,not annoying, ( we all know what the annoying ones sound like), windchimes because he slept with his window open and could hear them at night. Fair enough, I was a bit put out, but didn't want to rock the boat the first week we moved in. So I begudgingly took them down. I figured that by now, December, he was probably sleeping with his windows shut. ( unless he's going through menopause, which with his stature and personality traits, could be a real possibility)

Yes, I put them back up and enjoyed the familiar sound that had been with us for six years in Petawawa until I came home on Tuesday.

I hadn't had the best day anyway and Mr.DICK picked a really bad time to be his usual charming self. There had been a mini- icestorm and I wrangled up some salt at the local madhouse-everyone-panicking Canadian Tire, refereed two cranky pre-schoolers, almost slid into the van with the truck parking in the driveway and then there was DICK waiting in his front yard to finish me off.

I tried to explain to him that I thought we had comprised, window closed blah blah blah and tried to appeal to his sentimental side with the story of it not sounding like home without them. He finished by instructing me to take them down.... so , I took them down... and hurled across the front porch floor creating quite a dramatic effect. Needless to say, he thinks I'm somewhat of a looneytune, but what the #@*& do I care!

Then an hour later in a fit of defiance I put them back up. That's my mother coming out in me!

He layed in wait until he spied my husband outside and almost fell over himself trying to get out in the yard to confront the MAN about getting control of his crazy wife... OK he didn't actually say that, but he was THINKING it!

He tried his melodrama with Frank "WHY do you want to make me miserable.... well, you 're not in Petawawa anymore" what a royal jerk! Frank didn't bite, he actually is as pissed off as he gets about anything, which for anyone that knows him, understands that's quite something.

we did end up taking them down just because we don't want the by-law police on our doorstep every other day with complaints from DICKHEAD... I mean DICK about one thing or another!

We are going to relocate them on the back patio far from his bedroom and if he still has something to say, I will PERSONALLY relocate them so far up his ass, that everytime he breaks wind he will have some musical accompaniment!

SIGH.

I have to go and fantasize about how I can annoy him even more in the coming year, it'll be my new hobby! hmph.

My beautiful, smart WELL-ADJUSTED baby girl - and don't you FORGET it! Ya hear! 

mission accomplished

Well, Santa came through for me.

He e-mailed me yesterday and told me to stop stressing about finding "swan lake barbie" because one of his elves won an e-bay auction and it was taken care of.... A christmassy *sigh* of relief. Ahhhhhhh. I think he might have even splurged and got the prince "Ken" as well. What can I say, Santa is one nice guy!

We went and saw "Polar Express" this weekend with the kids, it will be one of my xmas favs for years to come. I think I cried a little too hard at the end, who am I kidding, throughout. "It's Ok kiddies, Mommy just hormonal and wants the polar express to take her away for a little while..." Then we went out for supper at East Side's (the comfort food of pasta and a big cup of red wine for crazy Mama) and then on to Marlene and Peter's to decorate gingerbread houses. Just call us the Griswald's! Fa la la la la latte!

Kate got her very first report card and got good comments in all except for "willingness to communicate" with the teacher... yup.Well DUH, she's just learning to speak the language you big twerp!. Frank and I went for the Parent/Teacher interview - he, relaxed and happy - me, defensive and ready to take down Mr.Gerard if I had to. Hey, this is my little girl we're talkin' about. My smart to the point bordering on genius, sweet little sugarplum... most days anyway! I was visibly uncomfortable and they worded things carefully, maybe because they were frightened of the lioness or maybe for the retarded anglophone.... ummmm, ok I 'm breathing deep. It's just such a contrast between the Kate I see at home and the Kate they're telling me about. They should be telling me how breathtakingly wonderful she is and how they are delighted to have such a shining pupil in their dumb kindergarten class! RRRrrreooooWW!



long exhale.

some funny one-liners from the bugs -

"Hey, Papa! You've got a big hole in your hair!"



Philippe - "Mama I went to pee."

Mama - " where did you pee?" ( I ask only because he has a nasty habit forgetting to flush.)

Philippe - "mostly in the toilet."

nice.

Mr.December 2004 

snow bunny. 

snow angel... Hah! 

Capital Winter

Hey Y'all!

Winter has arrived in Ottawa witha great dump of perfect snowman snow - so we were obliged! The first snowman of the year and the first for us at our new house!

The kids had a great time until they discovered the joy of throwing snow at another person... which wasn't too bad until I got a cartoon character snow shovel in the side of the head... yeah. (they were using the shovels to hurl the snow at each other, I was caught in the crossfire...) All while I was helping to build their stinkin' snowman... which I must say is the MOST handsome on our street!

People are really starting to decorate now and at night it's absolutely chris-chris-christmassy!

* just had to stop blogging to help Superman get his costume on for his daily heroic duties... did you know that Superman doesn't wear slippers, I was just informed!

Nothing real exciting on the agenda for this weekend... the christmas gift sweatshop continues! Three of my fingers have eczema so bad I've been wrapping them in band-aids... Frank asks me last night "Don't you think it might just be easier to buy stuff instead of making it??" Shut up grinch. Although it has crossed my mind when the skin is peeling and bleeding on my fingers... I think I'm PMSing... rant concluded.