Monday, April 30, 2007

R-E-L-I-E-F!

Ah! Do you know what spells r-e-l-i-e-f?

Getting your taxes done on time, that's what.

I got all our taxes done in less than 3 hours today (including interruptions from the nurslings) and e-filed with almost a full 2 hours to spare before the deadline!!

And it would have taken me less time if I didn't have these freakin' T3's to deal with and trying to find out what the heck box 42 means and what to do with the numbers in it. It's hard when you're trying to figure out capital gains/losses when you don't even know what a capital anything is except for maybe a capital Pain In The Ass. Next year I will know better...

But for now, bring on the moo-lah Mr. Taxman. Bring-it-on!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Up-to-date kinds of electron.

This was in my email inbox today.
I'm trying to make sense of it...

"Dear sir/madam:
We are the ebayer, now, for lose the ebay fee, our found a website for everybody. The we sell many up-to-date kinds of electron. For example:mp3,mp4,laptop computer, TV,and other things. We are much too glad to serve for you . We believed we are the best, Also believed you can intend to harvest in our store, believed we and you."

I like the part that says I can intend to harvest in their store.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Flames Fan

Toviel was very excited about the game tonight.

He was adorned in his Flames jersey, looking oh-so-cute. I could tell he was on edge for part of the game because he was anxiously chewing on his soother and saying "Da!" over and over and over again.

When the Flames came out on top 3-2, Tove gave me this look. His eyes said that one day he would be a famous NHL hockey player and be able to totally take care of us in our old age. I told him not to worry because Elijah was going to be an awesome drummer in some big-hit band, so we were already well taken care of. Great pension plan - eh?

Go Flames! Go!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Flourescent GREEN cast


Yesterday we went back to Alberta Children's Hospital to get Elijah's leg looked at again. Since they don't have enough ortho doctors or ortho techs, they have no ortho clinic and the only way you can get your child in to see an ortho doctor and tech is to go through Emergency. The wait yesterday almost killed me. But on the up side, we got to indulge in some sweet potato fries that I have been wanting to try, but the last 3 times that we've been at ACH they had not had the option of fries available. Delish! *smack*

The tech sawed Elijah's cast off and he went for another x-ray. He had to have another cast put on. This time, Elijah chose the flourescent green color. And this time, the cast is below his knee instead of above his knee. He has to have it on for another 2 weeks. I'm totally bummed that he will have a cast on for his 3rd birthday.

I was able to peek at my son's x-rays. He has beautiful bones. It has me so amazed that a person grows from an itty bitty 2-celled being into a breathing, fully formed child, bones and all. There is a little grey shadowy line on his tibia that shows where the fracture is. It is tiny. A "toddler's" fracture, as the orthopedic doc said.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Spinning Tales

Today I am tired of the sound of my own voice.

Elijah has recently started to enjoy making up and telling stories and he likes to take turns with me or whoever else is willing to do this with him. I spent the majority of my day telling and listening to stories about monster trucks, diggers, race cars, dinosaurs, whales, and little boys.

My favorite one by far was a story Elijah told me. It goes like this:

"Last time, there was a Stegasaurus. He was eatin' grass and leaves. And then there was a Tyrannasaurus Rex eatin' him. The End."

Short and sweet.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Flourescent Orange Cast

We had to take Elijah to Children's Hospital today. He went in looking pretty normal, but he came out with a cast on his leg. A bright flourescent orange one. He got to pick the color.

Last night Elijah and Cris were wrestling in normal father-son manner. Elijah was on Cris' back and proceded to slide down and land on his feet. He did just that. He landed on his feet. Hard. It was hard enough to give him a spiral fracture, which apparently 3 year olds are very prone to.

I feel very sad right now. Not because my little boy has a cast on his leg and is basically immobile and very whiney, but because while we were at the hospital there was a code blue in the emergency room - the children's hospital emergency room. That just shouldn't happen...

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

I have taken on a new task in our household of late. And it is because of all the freakin' snow that's been falling from the sky. Shovelling. Shovelling snow. Yeehaw.

The truth is, I actually quite enjoy shovelling the snow. It's kind of twisted. I've been asking myself what I like about it, and I think I've figured it out.

When I come in from shovelling the snow, I feel good. It's good exercise. And I never exercise, so it's good for my body to get out there and move that snow. I love the way exercising makes me feel, but I think exercising just for the sake of exercising (like running, aerobics, going the the gym) is a waste of time. I guess that's because I don't have time for exercise unless it accomplishes something else besides just exercising. So by shovelling the snow, I not only get some exercise, but I also accomplish something.

I also like the fact that I can do a crappy job and it doesn't really matter. Because it's just going to snow again. And then I will shovel again. Or, it will just melt, and all evidence of my hard work will just vanish, hence I don't have to do my best and get every little snowflake off our driveway and walkway.

I told this to someone this week, and was asked by them if I was a perfectionist. I think that is an odd question. It's redundant, because no matter who you are, if you are telling the truth the answer is always no. If anyone says they are a perfectionist, they are lying.
Why, you ask? Well....let me tell you.

If you are not a perfectionist, then you simply are not, so the answer is no.

If you are a perfectionist, you realize that nothing you do is absolutely perfect. In fact, you probably think that most things that you do fall very very short of being perfect. So you must not be a perfectionist because nothing you do is perfect. (And if you think that most things you do are perfect, then you definately aren't a perfectionist, because if you really were a perfectionist, you'd see all the shortcomings and find fault in most things that you do.) So, the answer again is no.

Wrap your mind around that one.

So, I told this person that no, I was not a perfectionist.