For Just 2 Easy Payments

When I was younger I thought mini pops were awesome and I wanted to have their tape so badly. I thought they were so cool. I actually thought the kids sounded better singing 'Wake Me Up Before You GoGo' than Wham did. And up until this afternoon I still thought that ... then my reality as I knew it changed.

I saw a commercial for 'Mini Pops' ( Oh yes,they're back and singing all your favourites, 'Boom Boom Pow' , 'All The Single Ladies', 'Poker Face' and other hits.) and I am not going to lie, those kids are creepy. Especially when you watch the videos for the songs with the awkward choreographed dancing. The worst ones were the Beyonce songs - nothing against Beyonce- I am mean for real these kids are 10 years old singing about being single and puttin' a ring on it.
So creepy!

Gearin' Up For The Season

The 3 of you ( all 3 of you that read my blog), may be wondering how I am gearing up for the season ... you know the up coming concert season. This season has got to be a good one because it will most likely be my last for a couple years, babies really put a damper on concert going. I am not making any announcements, b/c there is nothing to announce, but one must plan for the future.

So on the docket so far this season I have U2 (June 23). I really wanted to see John Mayer but he is coming on Sunday, and if I don't let my kids go to birthday parties on Sunday I really shouldn't go to a concert - stupid example setting.

I tried getting Guns N' Roses tix, but those metal heads are quick on the draw. (totally kidding about the GNR tix, I was first in line - January 17th baby).

Seriously?! Look at that guy.

I Don't Wanna Be A Grown Up!

You know when you were in high school and adults would come up to you and say " I remember when you were a baby or just walking ... etc." I didn't hate it when they did that, but I most certainly thought - I am never going to do that.

Well ... I guess I am officially an adult , being married for ten years with 2 kids and a mortgage did not make me adult, but repeating THOSE words to my cousin does. I just couldn't help it, honestly! I had to say it. When I saw him all these memories of babysitting him and swinging him around by his overalls (he loved it and I was a great babysitter) just came flooding back to me. He was standing in front of me a man, makes me so proud ... tear.

I only said it once even though I thought it like every time I saw him. He is in grade 11. I can't believe it. I honestly feel like I am still in high school and I don't think I look any different - RIGHT. Anyone out there want to disagree with me? Because I'll fight you! (yup, just like high school.)

Is There A Doctor In The House?

'Choo Choo all on a board' (what a train says according to Ella.

In the past 2 years I have been through 3 family doctors. They have all been amazing, but they all leave for one reason or another. So I now have a new doctor and he seems to be really good and everything, and as long as I stay in top form it should all be good - right?

Although I am pleased with my new doc I was really hoping to get in with Dr. Oz. Is he taking new patients?

I want him to be my family doctor. I love him. I love watching his show. Especially when he does the truth tube, that's my fav - oh, I also love when they do workouts and Dr. Oz joins them.

Do you think he would consider moving from NYC where he has his own show and is a cardiac surgeon to come to Edmonton and be my family doctor? If he came I would also allow him to deliver my babies, I think he could do it.

TWing Is Hard Work!

I am exhausted! Being a full time TW has taken up so much of my time that I haven't had any extra moments to BLOG.

Actually I was all blogged out. Just had nothin'. So much so that I thought of cancelling my account. But I didn't and I think I am back on the blog train? We'll see.

Just a little note for all of you out there who don't live here, but wish you did. A week ago our beautiful city was the coldest place on the planet.

Now that's a place I wish I lived... the coldest place on earth!

Trophy Wife!

I'm done. I can't do it! I tried 3 new recipes this week, I made a great meal everyday (more than just noodles still in the pot with cold sauce form the jar poured on top). But my house was (and still is) a disaster. And I mean disaster. Dishes didn't get done, bedrooms left untidy and even candy wrappers left on the floor - I wish I could blame my kids for the last one, but ...

So I guess I have to choose clean house or eat - hmmm....

I don't know, the only thing I know for sure is I CAN NOT do it all. I can admit defeat. I am just not a Suzie homemaker. I think I am more cut out to be a trophy wife .... YES! I found a new phase, and I know I'll be good at this one. I better go make a nail appointment.

3 Ferraris

So just to keep you updated, I did make those bars (see previous post) and they were a hit. Personally, I don't like anything unless it has chocolate in it so I can't weigh in - seriously even my broccoli has chocolate on it. Bart thought it was so good that he ate half the 9x 13 pan for supper after he worked out and then ate half of the half for breakfast. He said they were so good he would buy them from a bakery.

Now on to the real reason for the blog.

Yesterday I took my kids to the dermatologist and when I was in his office all I could think about was, 'Wow this guy must just make a butt load of money.' His office is huge and he only works until 3:30, but his nurses still take appointments until 7:30pm, plus he had tons of rooms that his nurses were working on people.


So on the way home I was trying to figure out how to get a piece of that action (not the doctor, the dermatology money) so, as any good parent I projected my desires and wants onto my child. I told Ethan if he became a dermatologist he could buy 3 ferraris (is that the plural of Ferrari, it looks weird). That sealed the deal right there and he now says he want to be a dermatologist. He better succeed b/c I have already adjusted my spending habits to being a dermatologists mother.

BTW - just in case you're curious why I was at the dermatologist - I was taking my kids to get botox - they're gettin' a little wrinkly!

My New New Phase ... Maybe.

So the cleaning is going fine and all. My house is decent. But now it's time to take it to the next level. I want to become a 'Suzie Homemaker'. Can't you just picture me with a cute ruffly apron, serving fresh baked cookies to my kids after school.
I going old school.
Alright, Step one - keep house clean - check (sort of, sometimes) Step 2 - Baking and cooking. I am going to try to make at least one new recipe a week. I'll keep you posted. This week I have selected ...

Apple Streusel Bars from the website ourbestbites.com (Thanks Tracey, hee hee Tracey).

Oooo, I am going to have to get a apron now. And learn how to turn on my oven!

Just a question - 'Suzie Homemakers still sleep in while there kids feed themselves breakfast and watch TV, right? Because that could be a deal breaker.

Here's My New Phase!

OK, for all those hundred of thousands of you that read this blog, you may notice that I go through phases in my life. Just check out my past posts if you don't believe me. My 'no TMZ' phase, my 'no junk food' phase and my 'no itunes' phase. (WOW, I really deprive myself, it's all no this and no that)

So here's my new one. My 'neat freak' phase. I've decided to take up a new hobby ... cleaning. I know you're all thinking, 'wow, what an awesome hobby, that girl is way to much fun!', frankly I couldn't agree more.

Alright so it's not as fun as going to a wrestling match, but it's not as bad as going to the doctor for, you know, one of those.

I've have been cleaning for a week (yes I've stuck with this for a week),and I don't hate it.

Don't get me wrong if you were to walk into my house you probably wouldn't notice that big of a difference but it's the little things that I am doing. Cleaning under my couch, washing inside my cupboards and not leaving the house a mess before I go to bed at night. All in all it only takes me about an hour a day. An hour that no doubt I would have just been watching TV. Most likely TMZ, because the 'no TMZ' phase is O-V-E-R.

Viewer Discretion is Advised

I love the new show GLEE. Love it, love it, love it. So funny. But I do not recommend it, if you watch it, you do so of your own accord. Some parts are a little riskay, not to much for my liking, but some people might be sensitive. And if you judge me for liking this show then you are not my true friend and you should not be creepin' on my blog.

He cracks me up! I just love him.

I love him too. I hope he is not actually high school age, that would be creepy. As a side note: I think he would make a great vampire, he just has that look.

It's 6:30pm Do You Know Where Your Kids Are?

I totally know where my kids are ... sleeping. Oh yeah, that's right sleeping. They are not just in bed they are BOTH out. And it's AWWESSOME (said in a high girly voice). Anywho, now what to do with myself ... facebook? Watch TV? Man I am already bored without the kids. Don't worry though I'll make it through.

NOTE: Above pic, not my child. (seeing as neither Bart nor I are not of Asian descent, although I kinda wish I were cause those babies are so stinkin' cute).

In My Opinion

One thing I really love to do is buy new products. I've had my fair share of crappy products that don't work like the commercial made me believe, but there is nothing like when the product work just like the infomercial. Oh, ya! It's the best. So here is my review of a recent product I tried.

First of all, they were so much fun to stab on to my toilet. Perhaps it was the stabbing motion I enjoyed (does that make me a physco?). But other than the stabbing, they did not live up to the hype (the hype that I created in my own mind, you know, for a product that would allow me to never clean my toilet again).
So not only did I still have to clean my toilet, after 2 days of a nice little gel disc under the rim, the gel started to run and it looked like Ethan spit toothpaste into the toilet. Bart actually thought it was gum, and he told me he was ready to get mad at the kids for putting gum in the toilet.
So I would say pass.

A Little Flattery Can Go a Long Way.

So I get a phone call tonight that goes as follows:
Me : Hello.
Lady : Is your mom or dad there?
(Yes! I sound like a young girl!)
Me : uhhhhhhhh, I am the mom or dad.
Lady : You sounds so young, laugh laugh.
Me : Laugh , laugh oh, thank you that makes me feel good.
Lady : Can I ask you to volunteer your time to canvas 25 houses in your ......... blah, blah, blah.
(I listened and was polite about it, after all she totally complimented me)
Me : No thank you .... Blah, blah, blah.
Lady : May I ask why?
(now normally this is the part where I freak out on the lady and tell her it is ABSOLUTELY NONE of her business why I POLITELY said no. But instead I said,
Me : Well I volunteer at least 2 hours a week at church and school and my husband volunteers minimum 10 hours a week, so I am not going to volunteer for you.
Lady : Okay, thanks, bye.

So my entire point is, I didn't freak on her because a little flattery goes a long way.

I Buckle Under Pressure

Geez I don't know what to say. I feel like my first blog after 2 months should be a doozee (any other spelling suggestions), but in reality I got nothing. Really ... actually nothin'. But next blog will definitely be more enthralling. I bring my standard way down so that little is expected of me in the future.

Say Hi to Concert Kaycee!

I love concerts. I don't get to go to them enough, but I love them. It may or may not surprise you that I am the fan screaming and jumping up and down and reaching out for them.

Last night me and a couple of friends went to Taylor Swift and Kenny Chesney. To be honest when they asked me I first said no, but then thanks to some wise lady (Shy) I changed my mind. I was not a super fan, but I sure acted like one. We got amazingly awesome seats, like amazing (only$80- you'll see what a great that was in a second). I shook Kenny's hand twice and Taylor's once. She came upto the little girl we were with and gave her a hug and one a bracelet off her own wrist, all while I was holding the little girl. So fun. If you hate super fans then don't go to a concert with me. I can't imagine what I would be like if I knew every word of every song.

Look at this shot my friend took with her camera. Either we got great seats or she had a great camera.

No, we had great seats.

No shots of Kenny though we were focused on the concert by then. Sorry.

Here's one from the paper this morning. Exactly what I saw so you get the idea.

Thingy

Thingy. I love this word. It makes me giggle like a school girl every time I hear it. It doesn't even have to be someone else using it, even when I use it I have to take a moment to compose. C'mon, thingy, it's hilarious. I think I love it so much because it can be used in so many different situations. Next time you need a good laugh just replace the object of your sentence with thingy.
No pics - I really didn't want to google thingy - YIKES!

PS - Thingy didn't even come up on my spellcheck, it's a real word.

MJ Or Coconut Shrimp.

C'mon we all knew that coconut shrimp would win out over Michael Jackson. And Besides I am done with all of that. I am glad I've held true to my no TMZ/celeb gossip shows. I am sick of hearing about MJ just from the real news. But I did have one of those moments I desired (from my previous blog), I was the last person to know about MJ. I literally called everyone in my immediate calling circle and every last one of them was like 'yeah, I heard, you didn't know?' I was driving to the grocery store and I heard it on the radio and since I don't own a cell phone (I know, I know time to join the 90's) I wanted to tell people in the grocery store, but I held back.

SO on to coconut shrimp. It is awesome and I am excited to have some tonight... I guess there is not much to blog about on the topic of coconut shrimp.

The other day I ordered pizza for supper, and the pizza guy comes to the door and Ella answewers it (my Ella who is afraid of strangers) and is says 'hi' , because apparently the pizza man is not a stranger and part of our most inner circle. After the pizza guy responds to Ella, he starts looking around my house (from the door frame - he's not sitting down with us for pizza) and he asks 'where's the little guy I was going to say to him, no pizza for you, it's our joke.' You know like their inside joke. My son has an inside joke with the pizza man.

Now should I be embarrassed or am I just memorable.

How Much Do You Pay a Wii to Babysitt? $7/ hour?

Ethan has been sick for the last 3 days and in my house when you are sick there are no limitations to how much TV/ movies you can watch or how many video games you can play - you should see me when I am sick, Mario Kart is my life.

So Ethan has been in heavan and to be honest so have I. With no limitations on his time in front of the TV I have got so much done this week, I rearranged my living room, organized my basement and got a great workout in everyday. I don't know who it is going to be harder for when he feels better and we go back to our 'TV rules', him or me.

I totally get how parents let the TV babysit their kids.

Why Do I Care About Their Lives? ... NO MORE!

I have a new goal. If you were in my mind you would hear me utter that sentence every 2-3 days. But this goal is serious enough for me to expose it to the world, so here goes...

No more celebrity news for me. No more Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood and my personal fav TMZ. Now let me clarify, I am not an avid celebrity watcher, but I know and watch enough to keep me in the know. But I have decided the stuff I do know is to much. Really I am not a better person for knowing who got TTYNed by Paris Hilton or Jon and Jen are back again or that Hugh Grant has a Temper. I could go on. None of this stuff enriches my life in ANY way. I have come to the conclusion that I would be better suited to sit in a dark room by myself and stare at a white wall, than watch the 'news'.

I don't want to be one of those people that calls TMZ my 'news program'. (you know like on 'So I Married An Axe Murder?) I do however want to be one of those people who says 'Oh, I don't know who Speidi is ... is that some sort of insect?.

If some of the references above have confused you, good for you, you are my muse.

I've Been Too Weak To Type

I feel like a teenage girl writing in my diary ...

Dear diary it's been a long time since I have written.
I give a quick explanation of why it has been so long since I've blogged. I am too freakin' tired and hungry to type. So tonight I stocked up on Oreos and went at it.
I decided for 30 days to not eat any sugar and at the same time I started p90x. Yeah, yeah I know it's good for me, but it took the life out of me.
I served my 30 day sentence and in the end I am sticking with the p90x and dropping the sugar ban. I just need to find the balance between eating 2 cookies versus the entire box (literally).
PS - Diary don't tell anyone but, I have a huge crush on a boy named Bart, and today he smiled at me. Maybe he'll ask me to the big dance.

Church Would Be the First Thing to Go

Disclaimer : I go to church not because I am forced to, but because I believe.

What are people thinking going to church in these (see above pic) conditions. You better believe that church would be the first thing to go if we here in Alberta were at serious risk of pig flu (I know it's N1 H1, but pig flu sounds better and it sounds way better than swine flu).
What are some people in Mexico thinking? Church is one of those things that can be cut out for a couple of weeks until conditions improve. You can pray and study at home. Don't get me wrong, I travel 25 mins on the highway each way to get to church, it's not the effort or hard work of getting to church that is silly, it's the risk of dying.
No actually it's the risk of my kids getting sick that I couldn't take. It's my number one fear.

Seriously Teething AGAIN!?

E lost a tooth on Sunday, it was exciting - I feel bad for my youngest child. Everything is so exciting for the first child, by the last ... meh, been there done that.
Anywho, his adult tooth is now coming in and I swear to you that he is teething. When he was a baby he was the worst when he was getting teeth, and now it's the same.
He is just cranky and tired. Tonight I did the unthinkable... I sent him to bed without dinner. He was super duper sad. And Bart and I were secretly laughing at the table - we would have been laughing out loud, but we didn't want to 3 year to copy us.
The big advantage to a teething 5 year old is you don't feel bad doling out the punishment.

P.S. - I felt so bad for sending him to bed without diner, but since I couldn't go back on what I said, I sent the 3 year old upstairs with a sandwhich and carrots. And then I went into his room and got mad at him for getting out of bed to get food (you should see my acting skills -I'm GOOOOD), then when he told me that his sister brought it to him, I said 'good thing you have such a great sister.' And I shut the door like I was still mad.

Twitter Shmitter

Okay, I know that I am going to sound like a old lady in this blog but... Twitter, I just don't get it. Admittedly I am not on Twitter but still, I don't get it.

I understand how it works, but I don't understand why people would want an update of my boring life or anybody elses'. I know that you can follow celebrities but who cares, they're just feedin you the lines that you want to hear. It's not like you are getting to be BFFs with P Diddy (a secret life long dream I have had since the mid nineties - ok not really - maybe Hulk Hogan).

Some may say that it is like facebook or blogs or myspace, but it is totes not. You can't creep on peoples pages with Twitter ... you can't right?

Because if you can I am just became a Twitter fan.

I am a creeper!

A summary of My Vaca.

Rather than bore you with all the deets I' ll give you a a quick review of what I did in Canmore.

Saw beautiful views.Here are all the movies we watched.

All 3 of them. All 3 of them
Here's the food I ate. In response the my previous blog about weight gain. I think I did pretty good. I didn't stick to the plan completely, but I did ok.

And here is all the books I read. Not including children's books.

All in all it was a great holiday and very relaxing.

I am going on vacay pretty soon and I am terrified.

For the past 2 months I have been working really hard at getting the dreaded last 10 pounds off. I am half way there. It doesn't seem like much 5 pounds in 45 days, but I am really happy.

Basically I have done it through, reasonably eating healthy, not over eating and exercising. I have my days where it takes everything I have to not sit on the couch in front of the TV wolf down a box of cookies and then wash it down with a bag of chips. But I am happy to say that I am now at the point where cookies and chips can enter my house and will stay for more than a day. I am learning that just because it is there doesn't mean it needs to be eaten.

Anywho the reason for my post. My fear. I am scared that I will go on holidays and all my hard work will be lost. This is a completely rational fear. Every vacation I have been on since I was 18 I have gained 5 - 10 pounds.

When I was 18 I went to Vegas and I gained 10 pounds. I just can't control myself on holidays. My friends and I ate at IHop every single day. 3am rolled around and we were cravin' the cakes.

I have a plan, and my goal is to come back at the same weight I left. Wish me luck I'll check in when I get back.

A Must Read .. Well If You Want, I am Not The Boss Of You.

Loved it so much! Anybody else read it?

I Think I Need To See A Doctor.

I don't know if you have ever seen any of the Brett Michael's 'Rock of Love, Rock of Love II and Rock of Love - Tour Bus'. If you haven't ... DON'T!!!
Seriously I feel like I caught an STD just watching the show. And I only flipped to it while 'The Apprentice' was on commercial.
That guy must be crawling with various diseases, don't even get me started on the girls.
This girl said she was 'shy and need to come out of her shell', and this outfit is modest compared to the outfit she was wearing during the episode.

I don't get it. If any of you 3 people that read this blog think that Brett Michael's is hot - What is your problem?
I should probably feel sad for these girls. They have such low self esteems that they go on national television looking like ... well, see above pic, and doing anything for this washed up 80's hair band singer.
Yikes! I really shouldn't be giving this show any more publicity, but who reads this blog anyways?