Priorities

If I spent half as much time, effort and energy on cleaning my house as I put into the act of getting every last drop out of the bag inside the wine box...you'd be able to eat off my kitchen floor.

Maybe I just shouldn't leave the house

subtitle: What is WRONG with people?

Taking the train home from Toronto the other day, I was trapped in an enclosed space with an incessant sniffer and a guy going to town on a bag of Doritos. I was pretty sure we weren't all going to get out of that metal tube alive.

On the weekend, we went to see Wreck It Ralph. It was a cute movie, but my experience of it was slightly dampened by the fact that the man in front of me was snoring for the last half hour of the show.

The weird thing was, everyone in the audience could hear it, but his wife, who was sitting right next to him, wasn't doing anything. So then I didn't feel like it was my place to lean over and wake him up. Suddenly, in the last five minutes of the movie, he gave a gigantic snort, everyone in the theatre giggled, and she looked over at him and gave him a nudge.

The worst part was that in the middle of the snoring, the person behind me was sucking every last drop of moisture out of her giant pop. And then shaking the ice cubes around. And then sucking every last drop of moisture out of there again. And then shaking it again.

At this point I leaned over to DH and said, "I'm going to lose my mind."

The WORST worst part was that having someone snoring in front of me in the theatre was like a waking nightmare. A noise that torments me every night had now escaped my bedroom and was torturing me at the Wellington 8! My mid-life, crotchety version of Freddie Krueger.

Clap, clap, clap

I would just like to take a minute to give mad props to my hair.

I was at a conference the past two days, and when I got up yesterday I realized that I had forgotten a) my straightening iron and b) a brush.

So all I had at my disposal was a crappy hotel hair dryer and a comb.

I was not optimistic.

Usually, even with a full arsenal of products and tools at my disposal, I end up looking like low-flow Jerry by the end of the day:

But my hair knew it was go time, and it came to play.

So thank you, hair, for having my back. And for not being on my back, because that's just gross.

Oh. My. Gawhd.

"Hey Mrs. C, what did you do last night?"

"Oh, you know, just puttered around, did some laundry, did some reading, went to bed."
[Fake answer]

"Oh, you know, I drank wine from a box, ate (No Name!) All Dressed chips and watched 4 episodes of Long Island Medium."
[Fake answer]

" ... I watched six episodes."
[Real answer]

E.T.!

We were so excited to watch E.T. with the girls last night!

My favourite quotes from them:

When the mysterious people were chasing him at the beginning: 

"What the? E.T. is just a harmless alien! A misunderstood creature!"

When they were doing the big 'flying bike ride scene':

"E.T.  must be like, 'Huh? I was just dead, and now I'm flying in a bike basket!"

So it all went well--until the end, when one of the girls (along with her mother) was reduced to a sobbing mess. I thought maybe we broke her, but she eventually pulled herself together. She may look just like Pop, but she definitely got my tendency to cry at everything. I'd better warn her now about the Christmas commercials coming out soon...

Bad ways to start the day

1. Doing the Jillian Michaels thing. I mean, it's a good thing, but I hate every minute of it.
2. Reading an email title from Chatelaine as "Best fish faces" and thinking 'what the heck is a fish face?' Then re-reading the email an hour later and realizing that it is actually an article about the "best fish tacos" which makes more sense. Not a LOT more sense, but more. This means that my eyes are totally crapping out on me. The other day I read a line as 'cinnamon mistakes that people make.' Now, I've misread many a recipe, and probably have made a few cinnamon mistakes in my life, but this title actually said 'common mistakes that people make.' Like refusing to admit that they need to wear their glasses all the time now.
3. Having a Meat Loaf song inexplicably stuck in my head. And it's not even Paradise By The Dashboard Light. It's "You took the words right out of my mouth. It must've been when you were kissing me." So not only is it a really terrible song, but it's a lyric that actually makes me want to vomit.

It's time to play the music

K is dressing as a dog for Halloween.

She put the costume on tonight, and then sat down at the piano to play Alouette for the six thousandth time.

Then she suddenly yelled "Mummy! Come look! I'm Rowlf from The Muppet Show!"

Once again, rightly or wrongly, I took this as a sign that I'm a good parent.

And now, in honour of this, please enjoy this video from The Muppet Movie. Because then I will also know that I'm a good friend and blogger.