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November 29, 2007 at 11:23 am (Friends, Wonder Boy)

So tomorrow is WB’s surgery and I haven’t slept in 2 days.  Makes for a grouchy, bitchy frazzled Josie.  Like I was telling Jen in an email, I know he’s going to be okay.  BUT,  when everything calms down at night and my brain starts to wander….the irrational side takes over.

Anyhoo, I will be absent from work tomorrow which apparently means I am never coming back if the frantic emails and voicemails are any indication.

And because I have nothing today, I give you my godson’s Santa picture.  My caption for the picture: “Not exactly love at first sight.”

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I now have proof

November 28, 2007 at 9:01 am (Wonder Boy)

Remember the “Hat” incident?

Well, when we were in Toronto on Sunday for Grey Cup, he bought a hat.

The same hat he tried on 30 million times that Sunday afternoon but decided it wasn’t the one.  THE. SAME. HAT.

Oh, and he bought it within 3 minutes of being in the store with Rhino.

This is proof he is trying to drive me insane, slowly.  One shopping experience at a time.

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Picture Day

November 27, 2007 at 1:40 pm (Stuff)

I’m at a loss for anything to write about today, so I thought I would post a cpl pictures. 

This is WB with 2 of our cousins.  I changed the diapers of all three in this pic.  God I’m old.  And the boys are trying to pull WB down because he is now taller than both :) (Please ignore the date in the corner….I am far from diligent with the camera)

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And this is a lovely picture of me taken Sunday morning at 8am in the basement doing laundry.  Can you tell I’m impressed? 

And the reason I’m posting it?  Because apparently a few individuals, WB and Rhino, feel it is not fair I post pics of them all the time.  And due to the fact I take awful pictures, as displayed below…..there a few in existence.  May not be suitable for small children.

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A conversation

November 26, 2007 at 8:07 pm (Wonder Boy)

On Saturday night while I was bartending at the pub, a group of 4 attractive, younger men sat down at the bar.  We got to talking about this and that.  One of the guys mentioned he taught at WB’s school.  This was shocking in that he looks maybe a couple years older than WB and I don’t remember the teachers looking like that.

Me: Really?  My son’s a student there.

Mr G:  Oh?  What’s his name?

Me:  WB (waits for the look…awww there it is)

Mr G:  You’re WB’s mom?  Wow.

Me:  I know, you were expecting a short oriental woman.

Mr G laughing:  Well, kind of.  And someone a little older.  No offense.

Me:  None taken but rest assured, I was out of high school when I had him.

Mr G:  Well he’s a really good kid.  He’s smart and funny, but…..

Me:  But what?  Go ahead, what?

Mr G:  He’s a real smart ass.  (Laughs)

Me straight face:  I have no idea where he gets it from.  

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Is it 4pm yet?

November 23, 2007 at 10:29 am (Stuff)

It is unbelievably quiet at work, what with the US shut down for Thanksgiving.  And while I normally embrace this as a chance to get caught up, boredom is taking over today.

While surfing the net, I came across one of the oddest things I’ve seen in awhile.  A Hilary Clinton nutcracker….

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And then one of the funniest.  An “Ex” knife holder….

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Now that is funny.  And somewhat ingenious.

The week end is going to be filled with chores: a lot of cooking of stews, soups, Shepherd’s pie, some sauces for future meals and a major sporting event.  We’re off to Grey Cup Sunday, which is essentially the Canadian version of the Superbowl.  Its being held in Toronto this year and WB is beyond excited to be going, even if our beloved Argos failed to make the cut.

And what is everyone else up to this week end?

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Monkey Boy

November 22, 2007 at 3:53 pm (Wonder Boy)

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I love this kid.  And he may be sick.  He found a lump on the side of his neck that they took a biopsy of last week.  It came back inconclusive, so next Friday they will remove the lump and do more testing.

I am trying not to let my mind wander to all the bad things it could be.  I really am trying but its hard.

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When it snows, Josie shops

November 21, 2007 at 9:59 am (Stuff)

We’ve been spoilt up here for the past month or so weather wise.  It is November and it is Canada, so I shouldn’t complain but that is all coming to an end today.  It’s -2C (28F) and raining outside.  The forecast for the next 24 hours?  At least 15 cm (6″) of snow and temps around -5C (23F). 

I’ve lived with winter all my life and still hate it with every fibre of my being.  I hate being cold and hate the “bundling” up that is required.

So, to boost my spirits a little, I treated myself to a little retail therapy last night.

First, my new impractical boots for the upcoming season:

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Then, some new shoes to wear around the office:

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And last but not least, a new coat in cherry red to boost the winter duldrums:

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I may just make it through this winter after all:)

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Sick…. again

November 19, 2007 at 2:50 pm (Stuff)

Apparently my punishment for taking some time for myself this week end is to wake up with a fever and sounding like I smoke 4 packs a day.  Sucks having a crappy immune system.

For your amusement, the full “bad suit” shot, with the white leather loafers.  It still bothers me greatly he had these in his closet and we won’t even discuss the collection of shoes he has at his front door.  An Imelda in the making….

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Nothing. I’ve got nothing people.

November 16, 2007 at 1:42 pm (Stuff)

Is it wrong that I’m kind of happy my kid is gone for the week end?

Or that I have accomplished absolutely nothing at work today?

Or that all I’ve eaten so far today is 3 peanut butter cookies?

Or that I am thinking of ordering a pizza, renting a couple movies and hibernating on my couch tonight? 

Or that I’m secretly okay with the fact this one has to work most of the week end?

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I love the men in my life but I am really looking forward to some me time this weekend.

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Hat shopping or why I started drinking at 2 in the afternoon

November 15, 2007 at 3:02 pm (Friends, Wonder Boy)

So, WB needs a new winter hat.  I offered to take him shopping for one last Sunday, as really, how hard could it be? 

Now keep in mind we can not shop together at all.  Not even for groceries.  I’m a get in, get out kind of shopper.  I can scan a clothing store in under 10 minutes and if nothing jumps out at me, I’m outta there.  Men love shopping with me.  WB on the other hand is a go in every store, look at everything 4 times, try it on at least twice, etc kinda shopper.  Drives me nuts.

So, Sunday we head out to the mall in search of what I think is one of these:

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And seeing as my boy would not be seen in anything other than a black hat, I figure 30 minutes tops.  This is where a little communication between the two of us would’ve come in oh so handy.  Seems WB’s decided to switch it up a bit (trust me, its minor but oh so major) in the hat department.  Here’s what he actually wants:

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Do you see the difference?  A little brim on a knitted toque. 

This resulted in the trying on of approximately 456 hats in approximately 27 different stores.  One of the stores we went back to 3 times.  In this store, we tried on the same hat 4 different times during one visit.  I was positive it was the hat.  The one that would end my torture.  But nooo.  I saw the dreaded look cross my son’s face.  The one of discontent.

The hat was put back on the rack and I lost it:

Me:  What’s wrong?  I thought you liked that one?

WB: Let’s just go.  I don’t want to shop anymore.

Me:  I don’t get it.  It’s just a hat and you seemed to like that one.  Why are we not getting it?

WB:  Because I don’t love it.  It’s not the one.

Me:  It’s a hat for crying out loud.  A hat I am not objecting to paying $46 for just so I can get out of this hell.

WB: (Huge sigh) You don’t get it.  It’s not the one.  

Me: Not the one?  It’s a hat not a future wife.  I can’t take this.  Just go shopping with someone else, find the hat of your dreams and let me know how much I owe you.  And just for the record, they all look stupid with the brim.  It’s a toque!!!! 

I got an eye roll and we left to hit the liquor store on our way home. 

Teenage boys, not all they are cracked up to be.

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