hairbrained schemes

rehab imminent

Lucas stumbles down this stairs this morning rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Gives me a hug and we say our goodmornings.

Asks me (hopefully but not really expecting a yes) "can I play gameboy?"

I answer in the affirmative.

He smiles and says, "Really?  Oh man, I was lying in bed saying to myself you were going to say no for sure and wondering why I should even get out of bed then".

Should I be worried?

Random Update

aka Stuff I've been wanting to share, but haven't quite got around to.

Last weekend we hosted the weekly margarita party and introduced our friends to Guitar Hero II. 

I think the girls were more into it than anyone, the fact that they both confessed that they dreamt about the notes flying at them kind of gave that away. 

I'm not going to outright accuse my friends of being competitive. 

But as they say, the proof is in the pudding.  Or the pictures as it may be. 

Av swears the literal leg up, gives her that figurative leg up.

Nic uses her rock'n'roll hair to her advantage.

Me, painfully aware that the camera is focused on me.

Gabe tries to psych Don out, but his intensity(?) prevails.

Gorgeous George happily aware that the camera is once again focused on him. 

All him.

The following night we all got babysitters and went out for dinner in Peachland at the Gausthaus.

They have an honest to goodness medieval fest there, where you can dress up and eat a whole lotta meat.  I'm definitely a carnivore, but I'm not sure my love of the meat would be up to that meal.

The kitties are still hiding under our bed.

They do come out at night.

Coincidentally after the boys are in bed.

You do the math.

Thing One:

Thing Two:

Thing Two looking particularily mean and cranky.

(Bella is cowering on the floor in the fetal position) 

 

Some scrapbooky stuff I've done lately:

And finally, under the category of "stuff I bought while waiting for other stuff"

Fort Overton

So I was online today with my latest obsession - online Scrabble (WARNING***time sucking link to follow***) www.scrabulous.com when the Fort Overton Registrar marched into my office, pencil and clipboard clenched in sweaty dirty little hand and asked me if I would like to register. 

"For what?", I asked.

"For real cool fort that my brother and me built in the basement.

It has a chimney and everything. You might be kinda big for it, but don't worry, we're doing some upgrades. 

And you have to register if you want to come in".

Naturally, chose to ignore the commentary on my size and signed on the dotted line. 

And then added my phone number as requested. 

I declined when he asked for my email address and SIN because I didn't want to be spammed or get my identity stolen, and frankly, the official I was dealing with looked a little shady.

Shady Registrar.

This guy was on the construction end of things. 

While he does nice work (note the aforementioned "chimney" in the background) his attitude and customer service left a little to be desired.   

The next few pictures are less of an editorial and more of a warning about how good business partners can go really really wrong.

Note the fake smile and the hands edging towards Shady's neck.

Sadly, this partnership did indeed end badly. 

The fort was apparently built for looks and did not have much in the longevity department. 

Good thing it doesn't rain much in our basement.

Captain Underpantsless

This entry can go under "things a mother should have noticed, but didn't".

I got a little slave labour out of the boys yesterday.  Although, they did get paid, so I guess it could be considered servant labour. 

I dumped the four large garbage bags full of assorted cans, bottles and fruit flies (so that's where they were coming from) onto the lawn, told them to sort it all and I would let them keep the money from the returns.

Today we hit the recycling depot and each child made $19.85.  (If I had of known it was that lucrative, maybe I would have done it myself).

Spendy McGee had exactly $19.85 to spend.  Shorty McDeeppockets had $40. 

We hit Walmart first in search of the, ever elusive in this town, StarWars Lego. 

There was none to be found and the boys found themselves trapped in the Hell that I like to call "I just have to look for 2 more things". 

An hour later, as we were making our way to the checkout, I remembered that Jacob had requested new underpants.  I guess distressed is not in when it comes to undergarments in the under 10 set. 

I commented to Lucas, "We may as well get you a few new pairs as well", to which he replied, "Nah, that's okay.  I'm good."

I said, "No, I think you're down to a few pairs, we should grab some while we're thinking of it."

That is when my 7 year old son turned to me and said,

"No, mom, it's okay.  I don't wear underwear."

I laughed, "Yes, you do."

He said, "No, I haven't worn them for a while."

"WHAT?!  How long?"

"I dunno...months."

Apparently, I don't pay attention when I do the laundry.

Thankfully, my little commando is not yet too cool for themed skivvies and found a jaunty little set of Pirates of the Caribbean briefs that got him once again excited for underpants.

Less is not always more.

It's been a crazy week at the Overton Ranch.

Mr.I-Hate-Cats-and-We're-Not-Getting-Another-Cat-I-Don't-Care-What-You-Say has a soft centre under all that bluster and was the key reason we ended up coming home from the SPCA with two kitties instead of just going to have a little look-see. 

As we were looking around at all the homeless kitties (and at the risk of sounding preachy, please please PLEASE fix your pets, there are so many unwanted animals out there is completely breaks my heart), he pulled me over and said, "Well, if we're going to get one, maybe we should get two...you know, if we can find siblings or something like that".

I am no fool. 

I was pretty sure something like that would go down. 

So, introducing the newest members of our family

Ash (the kitty formerly known as Sylvia - which totally cracks my stuff up Sylvia?  For a cat?  Seriously? Sylvia.  Huh.)

and Ember (nee Tess)

They've had a rough week, being surrended to the SPCA, getting fixed, being loved vigorously by the boys (we imposed a week long ban on Lucas loving the kitties, except from afar, until they get used to the house and us.  It's been tough, as Lucas is a hands-on kinda guy, but we're managing).