So we have been on a Nintendo Wii search for a while now, but to no avail. I don't understand how something that has been out on the market for so incredibly long can still only last in stores for twenty minutes. All of the stores I have been into (Best Buy, Future Shop, Toys R Us, Zellers, The Bay) have all said the same things. They come in one day - no one knows when, they last for twenty minutes and are sold out again.
I don't understand how a regular Joe, such as myself, is supposed to be at one of those stores in the twenty minutes once a month that they are in stock. What are the chances of that? I am no statistics buff but it seems pretty close to nil to me! What boggles my mind even more is that so many people I know have them! I clearly am missing something. All the stores claim to have no idea when the next shipment will arrive and outright refuse to share any speculative information with the regular consumer.
All I want is a cool gaming system that I can enjoy with my kids. I am trying to find someone to take $300 from me for this thing and I just don't GET why it is so difficult!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
**Profound
I post a grumpy, angry, bitchy post last night, and tonight it is all put into perspective.
Tonight while watching a video of himself when he was younger, my son said - out of the blue - "I wish I were still a baby so I had more life left".
Wow.
What do you say to that?
He gets it. He really gets it. Life. Death. Time.
My son who has been 6 for a mere two weeks just completely floored me with one little comment.
Tonight while watching a video of himself when he was younger, my son said - out of the blue - "I wish I were still a baby so I had more life left".
Wow.
What do you say to that?
He gets it. He really gets it. Life. Death. Time.
My son who has been 6 for a mere two weeks just completely floored me with one little comment.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
**Sucky Days
Some days just suck, don't they? From the moment I woke up this morning until this exact second, so many things have gone wrong and pissed me off. It's one of those days.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess, as did my husband and kids because everything has been an uphill climb, a fight, a disagreement...everything.
The snow this morning caused me to be hugely late for all my morning calls, not to mention the fact that I am normally off Tuesdays but worked this one because of something I had later in the week. It would have been a good day to stay home. At the end of my day as I walked in the door, my son and daughter were fighting - CONSTANTLY, and when they came up for air, they were misbehaving.
This evening after supper I got an upset stomach which led to an argument with hubby about cleaning up the kitchen after dinner while sick on the couch, followed by another argument with my son who never seems to listen the first time - EVER.
Following that confrontation, my mom calls with yet another change to our plans later in the week, angering me even further as I have already dedicated so much freaking time to rearranging my patients to accommodate this outing, and now casually, while discussing something else, she mentions "oh yeah, and we can't go until 5:30pm instead of 2pm. Um, hello? Are you new here? Did we not make these plans a month ago? Did I not tell you that I have gone to great lengths to arrange my work schedule around it? Be done on time to go? Hi. Thanks for that.
So I wish I could climb back into bed and start the day again. Maybe I would be able to right some wrongs the second time around.
I feel better having had this bitch session. Thanks for listening. I need a drink.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess, as did my husband and kids because everything has been an uphill climb, a fight, a disagreement...everything.
The snow this morning caused me to be hugely late for all my morning calls, not to mention the fact that I am normally off Tuesdays but worked this one because of something I had later in the week. It would have been a good day to stay home. At the end of my day as I walked in the door, my son and daughter were fighting - CONSTANTLY, and when they came up for air, they were misbehaving.
This evening after supper I got an upset stomach which led to an argument with hubby about cleaning up the kitchen after dinner while sick on the couch, followed by another argument with my son who never seems to listen the first time - EVER.
Following that confrontation, my mom calls with yet another change to our plans later in the week, angering me even further as I have already dedicated so much freaking time to rearranging my patients to accommodate this outing, and now casually, while discussing something else, she mentions "oh yeah, and we can't go until 5:30pm instead of 2pm. Um, hello? Are you new here? Did we not make these plans a month ago? Did I not tell you that I have gone to great lengths to arrange my work schedule around it? Be done on time to go? Hi. Thanks for that.
So I wish I could climb back into bed and start the day again. Maybe I would be able to right some wrongs the second time around.
I feel better having had this bitch session. Thanks for listening. I need a drink.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
**Dexter & Juno
HELP! I HAVE BLOG BLOCK! It's writer's block reserved only for bloggers. Out of desperation and so as to not disappoint my loyal readers (sarcasm-not sure anyone reads this really), I shall blog about a great thought-provoking show as well as a good movie.
I must say that I am NOT one to talk to about movies. I have seen about 3 movies since I got pregnant with my son - seven years ago. One of them was Juno and it was great! For hubby's birthday he was given a babysitting certificate as well as a movie gift-card (it's great when the wife gets to benefit from his gifts, eh?) and we headed out for all-you-can-eat sushi followed by the movie Juno. Needless to say, I cried right through it, as did a lot of other people. A pregnant lady was sobbing so hard on the way out I thought I may need to deliver her baby right there on the sticky, popcorn-cushioned floor. The thing about the movie though is that it wasn't sad. It was a happy, uplifting, feel-good movie...that left everyone in tears. Go figure. Regardless, it's worth the price of admission (which has gone DOWN by the way since the last time I was at the movies!! Wonders never cease).
Secondly, as we were mourning the writer's strike and trying to find things to do with our evenings, hubby "got" - not so much in a legal manner - seasons one and two of the show "Dexter". It ran on Showcase in the States and a cleaned-up version will air here starting shortly, but it got great buzz in the States so we thought we'd give it a try. Wow. What a show. I couldn't sleep the whole first week we were watching it. Dexter is a CSI type guy who is also a serial killer. The catch? He only kills bad guys - the ones the "system" has failed to reprimand adequately. We are about half way through season two now and every episode is worth it's weight in gold. I highly recommend "getting" it. Legally of course. :-)
I must say that I am NOT one to talk to about movies. I have seen about 3 movies since I got pregnant with my son - seven years ago. One of them was Juno and it was great! For hubby's birthday he was given a babysitting certificate as well as a movie gift-card (it's great when the wife gets to benefit from his gifts, eh?) and we headed out for all-you-can-eat sushi followed by the movie Juno. Needless to say, I cried right through it, as did a lot of other people. A pregnant lady was sobbing so hard on the way out I thought I may need to deliver her baby right there on the sticky, popcorn-cushioned floor. The thing about the movie though is that it wasn't sad. It was a happy, uplifting, feel-good movie...that left everyone in tears. Go figure. Regardless, it's worth the price of admission (which has gone DOWN by the way since the last time I was at the movies!! Wonders never cease).
Secondly, as we were mourning the writer's strike and trying to find things to do with our evenings, hubby "got" - not so much in a legal manner - seasons one and two of the show "Dexter". It ran on Showcase in the States and a cleaned-up version will air here starting shortly, but it got great buzz in the States so we thought we'd give it a try. Wow. What a show. I couldn't sleep the whole first week we were watching it. Dexter is a CSI type guy who is also a serial killer. The catch? He only kills bad guys - the ones the "system" has failed to reprimand adequately. We are about half way through season two now and every episode is worth it's weight in gold. I highly recommend "getting" it. Legally of course. :-)
Friday, January 11, 2008
**For The Love Of Sleep
I get made fun of in my house for my admiration for my sacred shut-eye. I do feel very passionate about sleep. It is one of my favorite things to do. I wish I could do it more, but time constraints prevent me from doing so. There is nothing like the feeling of crawling into a cold, fresh, clean bed pulling the covers up, tucking them under my chin, and achieving the ultimate in relaxation as I drift off into dreamland.
I am one of those people who needs their eight hours a night, or else I physically cannot function. I wish I were like my hubby who can sleep for 6 hours, wake up and feel the same as he would had he slept for 9 or 10. I do not enjoy the fact that I need a lot of sleep to function well, but I definitely do enjoy the act of sleeping.
In the summer when my family takes off out west for 15 days, I stay up late, wake up early and take a 2 hour pre-dinner nap. I probably could sleep straight through from my nap to morning, but I have yet to do that. Napping is under-rated. Numerous studies have proven an increase in productivity, improvement of mood, and sharper memories in those who have a 90 minute nap each day....therefore I feel it would be a great idea to make it a law. Those who do not partake in the above mentioned ninety minute siesta will be charged with negligence causing sleepless distress.
I'm sleep deprived right now - therefore I have an excuse for being irrational.
I am one of those people who needs their eight hours a night, or else I physically cannot function. I wish I were like my hubby who can sleep for 6 hours, wake up and feel the same as he would had he slept for 9 or 10. I do not enjoy the fact that I need a lot of sleep to function well, but I definitely do enjoy the act of sleeping.
In the summer when my family takes off out west for 15 days, I stay up late, wake up early and take a 2 hour pre-dinner nap. I probably could sleep straight through from my nap to morning, but I have yet to do that. Napping is under-rated. Numerous studies have proven an increase in productivity, improvement of mood, and sharper memories in those who have a 90 minute nap each day....therefore I feel it would be a great idea to make it a law. Those who do not partake in the above mentioned ninety minute siesta will be charged with negligence causing sleepless distress.
I'm sleep deprived right now - therefore I have an excuse for being irrational.
Monday, January 7, 2008
**Driving mishaps
Why must there be people in this world who drive so awfully? Signaling for miles and miles just to turn in the opposite direction, driving 30 in a 60 zone - in the left lane!! I don't get it. Do these people not need to take a driving test? Did they somehow find a way to bypass the system and not write or drive the tests?
What I would like to know is if people who come here from another country have to take OUR tests in order to drive HERE, or if their licenses are accepted by default. Maybe it's okay to drive with your right wheels in the right lane and your left wheels in the left in Mongolia. Who knows. Who am I to say. I don't even know where Mongolia is, let alone their driving laws.
The best thing about driving in Toronto is that if someone messes up, cuts you off, or comes close to causing an accident, they get angry at you! Today I was driving on the 407 and a 20-something chick in a BMW SUV cuts me off when she didn't check her blind spot. I honk. She gives ME the finger. I think she needs to re-do her driving test. In THIS country.
What I would like to know is if people who come here from another country have to take OUR tests in order to drive HERE, or if their licenses are accepted by default. Maybe it's okay to drive with your right wheels in the right lane and your left wheels in the left in Mongolia. Who knows. Who am I to say. I don't even know where Mongolia is, let alone their driving laws.
The best thing about driving in Toronto is that if someone messes up, cuts you off, or comes close to causing an accident, they get angry at you! Today I was driving on the 407 and a 20-something chick in a BMW SUV cuts me off when she didn't check her blind spot. I honk. She gives ME the finger. I think she needs to re-do her driving test. In THIS country.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
**Opposite of Easy
I realize that this is going to sound cliche, but parenting sure isn't easy! I don't get it - why one day you feel like you are leading your children in the right direction with the right amount of discipline and the right balance of leeway versus boundaries, then a day comes along when you second guess all of your previous choices.
My main goal in my parenting is not to fuck up my kids. Sorry to be so blunt, but it's true. I know that things said and done at this age can and will be carried with them for the rest of their lives. I want to give them firm boundaries and be tough on them to the point of making decent little people, but allow them to enjoy their childhood and learn to figure things out for themselves as well. Some days that balance does not get struck to my expectations.
My son is a challenge. He is great at pushing me and his dad to our limits, then when we're about to crack, he concedes. He loves to be oppositional. Even if it is something you know he wants, he resists if he knows we want it for him.
Sometimes he's an angel. Leave him with my mom as a babysitter and suddenly he grows a halo. At school he excels, and he is usually well behaved when amongst friends. But put him in a mood where he wants something he's not getting, or doesn't want something he has to do, and a whole new boy is born. Stricter limits seem to be the only cure for this malady, though then the guilt sets in. (Pretend you can hear in my head) "Maybe he's acting out because he's upset about something", "maybe if I'm more lenient it will be more effective than being more strict", "no, that has never worked for him", "Maybe it's because he needs more of a challenge in his life - more male friends, more kids that are older than him rather than always being the oldest", "maybe we're too tough on him", "maybe we're not tough enough"..................
...need I continue? They say you shouldn't second guess your parenting decisions, but I'm not sure what they say about third guessing, forth guessing, quintuple guessing. Parenting ain't easy.
Whoever 'they' are sure got that one right!!
My main goal in my parenting is not to fuck up my kids. Sorry to be so blunt, but it's true. I know that things said and done at this age can and will be carried with them for the rest of their lives. I want to give them firm boundaries and be tough on them to the point of making decent little people, but allow them to enjoy their childhood and learn to figure things out for themselves as well. Some days that balance does not get struck to my expectations.
My son is a challenge. He is great at pushing me and his dad to our limits, then when we're about to crack, he concedes. He loves to be oppositional. Even if it is something you know he wants, he resists if he knows we want it for him.
Sometimes he's an angel. Leave him with my mom as a babysitter and suddenly he grows a halo. At school he excels, and he is usually well behaved when amongst friends. But put him in a mood where he wants something he's not getting, or doesn't want something he has to do, and a whole new boy is born. Stricter limits seem to be the only cure for this malady, though then the guilt sets in. (Pretend you can hear in my head) "Maybe he's acting out because he's upset about something", "maybe if I'm more lenient it will be more effective than being more strict", "no, that has never worked for him", "Maybe it's because he needs more of a challenge in his life - more male friends, more kids that are older than him rather than always being the oldest", "maybe we're too tough on him", "maybe we're not tough enough"..................
...need I continue? They say you shouldn't second guess your parenting decisions, but I'm not sure what they say about third guessing, forth guessing, quintuple guessing. Parenting ain't easy.
Whoever 'they' are sure got that one right!!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
**Eternity
If I were to sum up our family's winter break in a few short phrases, I would have to begin with 'BOXING DAY STOMACH FLU', followed by 'NEW YEAR'S EVE EAR INFECTION', topped off with 'COUGHS AND COLDS ALL AROUND', and let's not forget the constant 'I'M BORED' which gave these two weeks the perfect finishing touch.
Is it back to school time yet? Even my son - who tries his hardest to be difficult and opposes everything he possibly can - began the break with "I don't like school! I don't want to go back!" (with a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eye), and by mid-last week he moved on to "we go back to school soon, right?", and now we've graduated to the full truth, and nothing but the truth; "How many more days until school starts again? I miss school!".
What kind of cruel joke are these school boards trying to pull?? Why would you give kids two weeks off in the middle of the worst weather every year, when there are more days of everything in the universe being closed than any other time???? I don't get it! Why can't they just give them a few days off for Christmas, one or two for New Year's and call it a day?
Teachers of the world please don't hate me, but there are still six more days until return-to-school bliss and my nerves, energy and creative brain cells are wearing quite thin.
Is it back to school time yet? Even my son - who tries his hardest to be difficult and opposes everything he possibly can - began the break with "I don't like school! I don't want to go back!" (with a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eye), and by mid-last week he moved on to "we go back to school soon, right?", and now we've graduated to the full truth, and nothing but the truth; "How many more days until school starts again? I miss school!".
What kind of cruel joke are these school boards trying to pull?? Why would you give kids two weeks off in the middle of the worst weather every year, when there are more days of everything in the universe being closed than any other time???? I don't get it! Why can't they just give them a few days off for Christmas, one or two for New Year's and call it a day?
Teachers of the world please don't hate me, but there are still six more days until return-to-school bliss and my nerves, energy and creative brain cells are wearing quite thin.
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