Aw crap, now I have to work on this??
Um…
Me: “How did I end up with you two?!” said in despairing tones.
Connor: “Well first, you sexed…”
O_O
To-Do
My To-Do lists are always so disheartening. Not because there’s anything terribly difficult on them necessarily, but because whenever I accomplish one of them and tick it off I think of two more to add to the list. *sigh*
I am currently vehicle-less, but Chris is working on fixing that so I’ve got my fingers crossed that the situation will be better soon. It’s an interesting perspective though. Before you’ve got a car you’re used to busing it and walking everywhere, then you get a vehicle and you get used to that luxury, being able to leave so much later, not having to worry about timing it right for the bus. You get lazy. Not that you realize that, you still tell people that the bus is a great option. Then you lose your vehicle and suddenly find that you’d rather gnaw your leg off than have to count on the bus to get everywhere. *sigh* Ah well, the bus is a great option. I’ll believe it soon, right? 
In other news, Briar’s planned out her eulogy for when I die. O_o “Dear God, we give you Shannon. Try not to piss her off.” We watched City Slickers the other day and she’s taken that part to heart. I’m under orders to say it at hers if I outlive her. Who has these conversations with their 13 year old?! Somehow that conversation moved along to how she would get the eulogy done and get buried if she was the last human left on earth. We decided that she’d have to carve her own headstone and dig the grave before she died. Then the worry was how to make sure she was in the grave when she died so I pointed out she’d have to lay in there *while* dying to be certain. She’s unhappy with the idea of just laying there, waiting to die.
What? Don’t most people have these conversations with their kids? 
Poetry
So, see if you can figure out how I spent a large chunk of my afternoon…
1.
Generic room, full of chairs
Murmur of voices, quiet coughs
A room full of strangers avoiding one another.
Where do I put my eyes?
Magazines I’m not interested in
I grab one
Anything to keep the boredom at bay.
A voice speaks an unknown name
and someone leaves
I wish I’d brought a book.
2.
Waiting to see, to talk, to feel
Waiting for your turn
A holding pattern
Waiting to resume life
Understanding the entertainment differences between Thinkers and Feelers
Thinkers look to their entertainment to be the exact opposite of thinking. They want feeling, they want simple and non-thought-provoking. In their day-to-day lives they approach EVERY SINGLE THING thought-first. So when they’re looking for something to entertain them, they want nothing that brings on their normal reaction to the world’s stimuli, they don’t want to be made to think and analyze their entertainment. They don’t want to question it or learn from it. They need a break.
Feelers look to their entertainment to be the exact opposite of feeling. They want thinking, they want clever and thought-provoking. In their day-to-day lives they approach EVERY SINGLE THING feeling-first. So when they’re looking for something to entertain them, they want nothing that brings on their normal reaction to the world’s stimuli, they don’t want to be made to feel emotions about their entertainment. They don’t want to be overwhelmed by feelings of sadness or joy, fear or stress. They need a break.
Oh crap!
I’m an enabler. I see this now. My poor cat is drooling all over the place and madly rubbing his head along the table. And my book. And my hand. He’s tripping. And I did it to him. ….and judging by the giggles his behaviour is causing me to emit, I’ll probably do it again.
Don’t judge me, I swear, it’s normally only purely for medicinal use! It’s great for a whole host of health complaints! For instance, the upset stomach I just took it for. I bent down to kiss my cat, after having partaken, and he started sniffing madly at my breath. It was so cute I couldn’t help it, I gave him some. But just a drop. Half a drop! I swear! And now look at him, acting like a lunatic. …excuse me while I rescue him from himself.
“Cinder, tables are not for eating! No, neither are my fingers. You are not invisible, I know that the paw that is madly waving at me from below the edge of the table belongs to you… *sigh* We need to talk.”
If you don’t talk about home-made catnip tincture with your cat, who will?
This has been a public service announcement.
Here at the funny farm
Often I don’t have any big things to talk about but I like to relay the funny/interesting things that occur here at the funny farm, so this is one of those compilation blogs. 
The other day I made Connor some dip for his veggies and brought it to him. He was watching tv so forgot to thank me. I piped up with: “Thank you Mommy!”. Without missing a beat he replied with: “You’re welcome Mommy!”
Another time he was asking me to get him some food while I was in the middle of a discussion on-line with Chris so I told him he’d have to wait a couple of minutes. After a reminder from him, he came out with this:
Connor: “I am so glad I won’t be an adult any time soon.”
Me: “How come?”
Me: “How come?”
Connor: “Because kids are hard to take care of!”
Briar, meanwhile, is working on being the most sarcastic person I’ve ever met. I can’t help thinking she got more of my genetic material than was maybe wise. She’s just like me only with less tact (I didn’t know that was possible!) and quicker thinking. All of that being said, she has me in stitches whenever she gets going. She is hilarious!
She’s just like me only with less tact (I didn’t know that was possible!) and quicker thinking. All of that being said, she has me in stitches whenever she gets going. She is hilarious!Not too sure about these priorities…
You know, funny conversations happen between my children sometimes. For instance, tonight we were all coming home from a sushi restaurant and the kids were play-fighting in the back. Briar accidentally knocked Connor into the window and when she realized that he was hurt she immediately apologized and then followed up with some fake hysterics as she threw herself onto him while begging him to forgive her. This cajoled him out of his grumpy response to being hurt and had him grinning and giggling at her antics. Finally he agreed to forgive her: “But only if you stop listening to this song” (some song she likes was playing on the radio). Without pause she responded, again in fake hysterics: “You’re never going to forgive me!!”
Music: 1
Family: 0
What just happened?
I was laying in bed, contemplating getting out of the warm covers and into the colder air, when the peace was broken by the ringing of my phone. I always experience a moment of dread when the phone rings during those hours when you just know something out of the ordinary has to have happened to necessitate that call , that first thought of: “Oh, this can’t be good news…” before I grab the phone. Chris got it and then passed it to me. It was my doctor’s office calling about my appointment with my family doctor that I had scheduled for this afternoon. “Hello, the Dr. has checked her records and saw you haven’t been in to see her in a number of years. OHIP’s rules are that if you haven’t had an appointment with your doctor in over three years then they are no longer your family physician. I’m sorry, you are no longer her client but you can come in to the walk-in clinic. Have a nice day.”
…what just happened? I feel like the system is penalizing me for being healthy.