Ramblings of a Possessed Homebody

Christmas Gifts - Bah, humbug

2007-12-06T21:27:00.000-05:00

You know.. I hate Christmas. I mean, I love Christmas, but I hate it too. I have this bad tendency to build things up in my head, and when the event comes I'm usually bitterly disappointed. I remember one Christmas where I almost cried. I got 2 gifts. That's it. 2. One of which I didn't want, and the other came out of left field, but nothing I wanted. That, and I hate getting clothing. It really just makes me realize how much weight I have to lose again. Mind you, I need clothes, but I just don't want anyone else buying them, forget it being my mother-in-law or her family who buys me clothes that are too big, and look like they belong on someone 20 years older than I am.

But strangely, I love buying gifts for family, and the kids... it's amazing to see their eyes light up when they get something that they've been wanting. I guess that's what I'm missing. Wanting. There isn't really anything that I want right now in life. Nothing that really is at the top of my wish list (that's easy to buy, or within anyone's budget). So, I get sad when I get crap that I've never wanted, now have to find space for. It means that people don't get me. I can so understand others. I'm great and buying gifts... but I don't know what I want - how can I expect others to. They get me knicknacks - when I've sworn never to have any. They get me lotion - I hate lotions, I forget to use them. They get me bubblebaths.... I don't do baths. So, what to get me? I dunno.... time at the gym. A cool gadget. Time with a professional organizer. A cooking class. A book I've been wanting. A renewal on my magazine subscript. There are things... but I don't know how many people know me that well.

But, what's a gift really? Time with friends I'll take any day over a crappy knicknak. Give me fixings for a good pizza dinner and a date with which to share it with my friends.... that's a good one.

Well, I'm off shopping tomorrow. Gotta keep within the budget. Hard, but do-able (I hope).

Have a good weekend.

Rella

Baby update, mom time

2007-11-16T22:17:00.001-05:00

Yet another week down and finished. Friday - finally. Well, it doesn't mean as much as it used to - back in the days when I was working, and not on maternity leave - but it does mark another week done and over and behind me. Things are going well with the baby - I can understand how some new moms feel going crazy with the new issues coming up. Thank goodness I have 2 other kids to remind me that things do pass. Yes, the old phrase "this too shall pass" comes to mind.

I've been using my mother lately to help me out around the house. We've been tackling jobs that I've wanted to get done, but just haven't had that second set of hands - and really, since we have stopped Yard Sale-ing, it's a chance to talk and be together. Thankfully my linen closet and kid's bedrooms are starting to look like I've been getting things done! :) I keep thinking of those days when women would have their mom's over for months at a time - I'm glad that I can have her a day a week, enough to get things done, but not too long that she drives me crazy. Mostly I want my nap time. I know that sounds nuts, but I know that the days will come when naps will be a thing of the past, so I'm just enjoying spending time with my baby and cuddling her while we sleep. Hard to believe that I was doing that 2+ years ago - it seems a lifetime!

Well, I have nothing major to report. Let's hope that I can keep up the cleaning, and baby keeps getting better and not worse. I keep hearing that "true" colic (if there is a thing as true) begins at 6 weeks. Believe me, my son broke that rule from the get go... and this kid, well... she has her screaming moments, but we're doing ok.

Rella

Demon Chocolate.....

2007-11-05T22:33:00.000-05:00

Well, Halloween has come and gone. It was a good one - except for the rain. Crappy night. Why can't they postpone it if it rains... geez!

But, the bad part about having young kids and Halloween, is that they don't guard their candy.. and it just sits there in the kitchen... waiting for me. And of course, I can't refuse. It's bad. I can't wait until I get up enough guts to just put it away for good. But, then again the kids will bug me about it I'm sure. Oh well.

The baby is doing well for anyone wondering. We're still doing half and half breastfeeding and bottle feeding, but that's good with me. Hubby says that I have an unfair advantage on trying to calm her when she's cranky. I'm just glad that I have that option open! :) I can't even think about stopping now. It's just not an option until later. We are getting the hang of this thing, and even the yeast infections are staying away *knock on wood*

Now, it's all a matter of figuring out how to work in some shopping. Why hasn't anyone come up with a gadget to heat bottles of milk while on the go. Not everyone has microwaves in their Food court! This is one thing that really bugs the hell out of me!!!

OH well. Gonna keep this short for tonight. Here's hoping that we have a good rest tonight.

Rella.

Look at them... jugs!

2007-10-26T15:41:00.000-04:00

Wow, time is flying by with this kid. Life is good, things are finally getting into some kind of groove. Granted, I see 3am in that groove, but that's okay too, cuz I sometimes nap between 10am-12. I kinda wonder how far I'm actually going to get with this breastfeeding stuff. Baby #1 got as far as 3 months with major anxiety, baby #2 got 6 months, now I'm wondering if baby #3 will get more than 1 month??? Yeast infections are a pain, and once you have them they seem to come back fairly easily. That's what was our problem in week #2.... and guess what is back! ARGH!

I've been going bra-less for awhile now, in hopes of keeping the yeast away from my breasts, but I'm thinking that it hasn't made much of a difference. The girls are starting to hurt again, and I wonder if it's from ... umm.. lack of support.. ahem.. or the infection coming back. Pain in the nipple! Really! And to top it all off, there are other locations that are seeing yeast infections as well, and the itching is driving me nuts! Well, back to the other meds I guess. My Lactation consultant/Nurse Practitioner is gone for the weekend, but she left me with a pill I can take in case the infection comes back, so I guess I'm back to that.

Plus, in order to help more milk come in, I'm starting with this SNS - Supplementary Nursing System. Oh joy, another thing I have to wash, sterilize, etc, and hope it doesn't get contaminated with yeast. If I didn't believe so heavily in breastfeeding, I wonder how long I would last at this! But, I really want to at least get 2 months in, so I guess I'm in it for awhile then - lets just hope that the feeding gets better, and maybe, just maybe the milk will come in more. You'd figure with these jugs they would hold more than your average milk jug! :)

Anyway, hope all is going well with your life... if anyone is out there!

Rella

It's a Girl!

2007-10-18T22:14:00.001-04:00

Okay, I guess it's about time I pulled myself out of the cave, and posted a blog entry on the new baby! She was born October 3rd, so it's already been 2 weeks! Well, 2 weeks goes by quickly when you are dealing with 3 kids now! Yikes!

Anyway, things went well that fateful Wednesday night. I knew things were off to a good start when I was having contractions during the evening that were only lasting 30 seconds, and were 10 minutes apart. Called Grandma (Mummi for those of you who are Finnish), and send the kids off. I was waving goodbye at 8:15 when hubby came back from his Karate class. Called the midwives, and told them to hussle. Last time I called them and they only had 1/2 hour before the baby arrived - they almost didn't make it last time. This time they had a good 2 hours to set up and get ready. I even called my hubby's best friend and our down-the-street neighbour who has wanted to see a birth since baby #1, five years ago.

So, midwives and hubby, and neighbour and 2 midwifery students all packed into my small/med bedroom ready to deliver. Hubby was great - he kept me focused, and made sure that my back wasn't killing me the whole time. I had some brutal contractions, and I'm really glad I was at home, cuz then those meds that are so tempting at this point are just not available - and out of temptations path!

So, long story short.... I got on the bed and delivered the baby at 10:30pm. She was just perfect. I didn't know if she would be a girl or a boy, so I was happily surprised when hubby piped up and said - "It's a girl!" I could just hear the smile on his face. It would have been good if was a boy too... he was just happy the baby was finally here!

Mia was 8pounds 10oz, 21 inches long and just perfect. We had a bit of trouble with breastfeeding, and we ended up in the hospital for 2 days on the IV while her hydration came back up, but I'll leave that story for another day.

Instead... here are some cute baby pics! :)

Weeks gone by

2007-09-20T12:22:00.000-04:00

What... how can that be. going for weeks without blogging. I guess that I've been blogging in my dreams, yeah, if I had any at this point. I've been getting very little sleep lately. What, with the baby rolling on my 'innerds', and generally causing me pain at night, sleep is a fiction that I wish I could live. Between that, and getting up 3 times a night to pee, things just are driving me nuts.

Oh well. At least I can take a nap later. Let's hope.

P.

Update... pregnancy

2007-09-08T16:54:00.000-04:00

It's sad really. I haven't been blogging because very little has been going on in my life. Besides, who's going to read it anyway. (Kris, you out there... oh yeah... you're coming to dinner!).

Anyway, things have been going well with the pregnancy. I can't believe that the end is near (read, kid will arrive soon - ACK!). I've been feeling really good about everything my body has been doing, or not doing for that matter... and really... it's all good.

I know that it's a bad thing to say, but I have been chatting with some friends going through hard times lately, and I keep remembering how good I've got it. Really. Good kids, great hubby, really good friends. Can't go wrong, right... right? Anyway, it's kinda like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know... the kid will show early, home delivery will go awry, and I won't even have anything for the kid to wear. Must fix that. It's actually hilarious that I don't have much for this kid yet. I mean.... it's only 4 weeks away. Guess I should get some stuff together. Kids are so easy at this age tho. They don't need much except clothes, diapers, a boob to suck on, and some comforting arms. At least, that's what I say now! :)

All in all... things are good. Now, what's oging to happen that I said that? Hmmm???? At this point, short of pregnancy complications, I could probably handle anything that life tosses my way. And, that's how I like it.

Rella

Hair Confusion

2007-08-17T12:43:00.000-04:00

I grabbed my hot chocolate this morning at a local coffee shop before heading into work. I chatted up the guy behind the counter, and eventually made a little small talk about the weather to a lady sitting by the counter. She took one look at the white streak in my hair, and asked "Is that natural?".

I get this all the time, it's a birthmark, and I'm forever getting that comment on it. Doesn't matter what I'm doing, someone is going to come over and ask me about the hair. I used to work in a coffee shop kiosk, and people would cross the mall to ask me that question. (The best was a woman with pitch black dyed hair in a goth-bar asked me that question) No, I don't dye it, it's a birthmark. Usually the conversation ends up with an "oh..." and the person walks away. Did this small piece of information now make their day? Do they feel better now that they know I don't dye my hair? Do they feel upset they can't do the same? I dunno. It's weird.

So, for the upteenth time this month I said... "Yes, it's natural. It's a birthmark." I got a new reply from the woman... "My friend has something like that too... it's a syndrome... something to do with people who are smart... it's definitely a syndrome!". I tried to convince her that my mother had attributed it to the cow that kicked her while she was pregnant. "Nope, it's a syndrome" She liked that word just wayyy too much! Syndrome.

So, it got me thinking. Of course I looked it up. Hello Google. I never thought any more of this hair of mine, other than I cut it all off when I was 4, because the attention was too much. Turns out she is right - it is a syndrome. Waardenburg Syndrome.

"Waardenburg syndrome is a group of genetic conditions that can cause hearing loss and changes in coloring (pigmentation) of the hair, skin, and eyes. Although most people with Waardenburg syndrome have normal hearing, moderate to profound hearing loss can occur in one or both ears. People with this condition often have very pale blue eyes or different colored eyes, such as one blue eye and one brown eye. Sometimes one eye has segments of two different colors. Distinctive hair coloring (such as a patch of white hair or hair that prematurely turns gray) is another common sign of the condition. The features of Waardenburg syndrome vary among affected individuals, even among people in the same family."

Yeah, people that are smart. No, people that can't hear! Yes, I have a white patch of hair, and blue eyes, but the blue eyes are from my Finnish heritage. And I'm 34, and my hair is still not gray. So, I'm not betting the farm on Waardenburg syndrome. I'm betting more on that damn cow, or some mixup in chemicals when I was born. Or, just a plain white patch! Period.

Now I have to start worrying about hearing loss? Umm... no... I'll just leave it as a white patch of hair, thanks! Or, maybe I can convince you that lightning hit me there?

No?

Oh well

-Rella

If only I thought of this back then.

2007-08-13T10:59:00.000-04:00

My niece took off to the UK today, and I worry.

I know, it's odd, but I do worry. You see, her mom, my sister, died about 4 years ago, and I'm her godmother. So, I worry. The kid is now 20, but still I wonder. She's smart, bright, and talkative with anyone, but the idea of her going overseas bugs me.

No, not really the overseas bit, more like the idea that she will be away from home for a year. See, the kid got smart somewhere and is going to school near Amsterdam for 1 semester and then running across the world to Sydney, Australia for her second semester. Crazy kid.

I wish I would have thought of doing that back then in university. But, back then I thought that world traveling was for when I got into my 30's. Nobody told me that the 20's was the time to do it - I'd be too busy with kids in my 30's. Argh! I really envy her. She's doing what she wants to do. But, all the same, I worry. She's visiting a friend in the UK first for 5 days, then heading to her school. I would be going crazy right about now if I was her. But, in regular fashion, I haven't heard from her yet. She'll check in with us in probably about a week. Yeah, that's when she'll realize that she's had a lot of fun, but nobody knows if she is alive or dead. So, I've left a message with the guy she is visiting in the UK to let me know that she is okay. I gotta have my spies! :)

Anyway, until then, I'll be worrying. I can't wait until she gets set up in her living quarters at school - then I know that she will stay put and start to organize her life. Then, maybe then, I'll receive word on how things are going.

Miss ya kid.
Rella

Take it... like a Woman!

2007-08-08T10:17:00.000-04:00

I'm back to blogging... can you tell I've hit an idea that won't let go ? :)

Anyway, Demented Michelle had a post on today that really made me think. It made me think about my own Theory of Pain. Labour pain for the moment, but pain in general too. Why is it that some people are so sensitive to pain, while others aren't? Why is it that some people can "take" so much more than others? Well, I'm hardly a researcher with all the answers, but I can relate my own tales.

For me, I have a high tolerance to pain. Why? I think it has to do with genetics, and also how my family perceives pain. I know, sounds wonky, but stay with me. My family is hardly ever prone to hysterics. We are a very "even" bunch. We don't fly off the handle when bad things happen - quite the opposite, we put our heads down and get things done. I remember when my father died, my family was in tears yes, but none of us were slobbering through the service or otherwise. We got through it, we bonded together, we were together all the time - helping each other silently.

When I was young, if someone was injured it wasn't a big deal. I remember skinning my knees or cutting myself, and never did my mother make a fuss. She just talked about how we had to take care of it, and clean it up. It would be all better. I didn't even get any candy to make me feel better - that was up to me. I remember my father cutting off his finger, and I happened to stop by. There was my father and mother rushing around, looking for something to wrap it up - my mother was more concerned about the blood getting everywhere than the actual injury - mostly because my father wasn't yelling or screaming. I'm sure that initial scream happened, but then he was really calm. I drove him to the hospital. He didn't complain... well, until the guy who was stitching him up wasn't doing a great job, in which case he asked if he could give the guy a few pointers on how to sew something up right - all in his broken English.. :)

So, how does this get back to my theory of pain? Well, it's all back to that simple equation. Mind over matter. If you've been trained all your life to view pain as not a big deal - any pain will not be a big deal. It's something you work through, not something you try to mask. It's there for a reason, and once you get past it, it will go away.

That's how I view labour. After going through this 2 times before, I see myself getting through this with no problems again. Yes, I have started to prepare for it. I practice maybe 1-2 minutes of relaxation in the shower every day - nothing fancy, just practicing relaxing my body parts. I've gone to see my chiropractor, just to make sure that everything is in alignment. I sit properly - I take care of myself. And I guess my body has been practicing for labour with all these Braxton Hicks contractions that I've been getting - it's basically your body prepping for the big day.

It's also one other thing.... It's taking it slow. I can't imagine ever being induced into labour. It's like asking a person to start running full out from a dead stop. Very difficult. But, if you ask that same person to walk for a little bit, to see their target, to slowly start speeding up, then run full out, I'm sure it's a lot easier to get to a good speed. Why would we ask our bodies to start dealing with full out pain, via induction when we can slowly get there... getting used to each contraction, each stage, understanding how the pain is working, and what position feels better - instead of being strapped to a bed, unable to move, and having to get more chemicals pumped into your body to counteract the other chemicals that were pumped in earlier?

Hmm.. that's just my little rant. Do I plan on getting induced into labour? No, unless it's a natural induction via pressure points and acupuncture. Do I plan on using drugs for this one? No, I know that I can do it... and I've done it before... so I know that I can work through this one too. My body knows how to do it, my mind is getting ready for it... and I've done my homework and appointments like I should. Am I scared? Of course. You can't go through 9 months of gestation, and expect to be all smiles about the end. There are many uncertainties... but, the one thing that keeps me going, is that I've got everything ready. I know my contingency plan, and that makes me calm. I'm like a boy scout - prepared!

Before kids? What does that mean?

2007-08-07T14:35:00.000-04:00

Now I've gone and done it! I've dropped off the kids and am now kid-free for a week!

Okay, bring you up to speed... I took my vacation days, but instead of taking a relaxing vacation, I promised to help a friend run a week-long children's camp. 56 screaming kids... fun. So, now I'm back. My sister promised to take my kid's to her cottage (northern ontario folk - read CAMP) for the week in exchange for watering her flowers. Good deal!

Now, I have a quandry! What to do with myself for a week without kids? Regularly I'd be working 2 or 3 days this week. But, thankfully my boss left me here, and I'm working every day. Yes, can you feel the sarcasm? ARGH! So, my days are free from 5pm to 10am every day. Yep, including Saturday.

What the heck did I do before kids? What did I do with my time? I mean the day dragged on Monday (long weekend). I cleaned the upstairs, and tidied the kitchen, and even had time to catch a movie. Weird. Yep, I should have cleaned the whole house, but who the heck wants to do that all day? Especially when you have the week looming ahead of you.

Yeah, I know... it'll be Friday before I know it. And we're picking up the kids on Saturday after work. Then there's the BBQ we are hosting on Sunday. oh fun.

Anyway, there's the update for the week. I go from 56 kids to 0... just wait... soon it will be 2, then 3. Ack! the messes!

Talk to you later!
Rella

Venting on Friday

2007-07-20T13:55:00.000-04:00

Ever think that you have bit off more than you can chew.

Yeah.

Welcome to my world.

Right now looming over my head I have a website, a website gallery, sewing to do for a kid's camp, organizing the crafts for said camp.... not to mention all the regular day stuff I do - you know... cook, clean, tidy, looking after crazy kids... working ... argh! I just feel like I've bit off more than I can chew at the moment - especially the website and web gallery. I don't know what I was thinking starting them. Oh, I know... I wanted to save my boss $500. Hmm.. seems she doesn't understand that. All the feedback that I've asked for... I just don't get. So, now that I've gone ahead and made a website that even I think is crappy, she's asking for 50 different changes, oh, and change the basic look of it while you are at it. Great. Another 30 hours to add to my dwindling day. I so don't want to do this. ARGH!

Anway, at least it's Friday, and I only have to get over today, then Saturday's day at work. Then I have to work Monday. Hallelujah some "days off" are coming. Oh yeah, I'm the craft lady at the kid's camp for my days off. Darn.

Well... at least I go on maternity leave in September. With my luck I'll still be working on this as I go into labor!

Have a good weekend!

Rella

Preggo update

2007-07-13T12:59:00.000-04:00

Hello readers... sorry if this is TMI... but... I don't hold anything back! :)

This last week has been killing me. I know, I shouldn't be washing walls and going crazy cleaning, but at this point the nesting is starting to sink in. That, and we went away for the weekend, and the cat had his way with the front door wall. I know.. TMI!

But, really, I should have expected feeling like this, but not so soon! I mean, I'm at what... um... 29? weeks so far? Okay, I should know this, but really with this being baby #3, I'm glad I remember the due date. I remember being a first time mom and knowing the exact number of weeks I was at, how many were left, and what the baby's growth rate was at. Now, well... I know that it's getting close... October 1st. As for anything else, I have to constantly look it up. My trainer asked me ... you have about 10 weeks to go right? Uhhhh.... that sounds ok. :) Call it pregnancy brain or something, but I call it priorities. The baby is growing... the midwife says all is well, so I'm not about to start worrying about how far along I am. I'll get there! :) This baby will show up whether or I know the exact week I'm "on".

Anyway I'm looking forward to the weekend - despite the call for rain, again! I mean seriously, how many nights of rain and thunder can one city deal with. It's great to fall asleep to, but the chills first thing in the morning have got me closing the window pretty darn fast! I'm hoping it all lets up and we can have our Dragonboat races. I'm not involved, but the kids sure have fun watching. Oh well. Either we watch outside, or I get to clean my house. Either way, I'll be happy! :)

Hope your weekend is a good one!
Rella!

The Hollywood lie to women

2007-07-09T10:10:00.000-04:00

It's funny, family will do strange things to you. We just got back from a weekend away, visiting my hubby's step-family. Not bad, but after that weekend, I just wanted to go home, sit on the couch and turn off my brain. So, we rented a Chic Flick (I know, my hubby is good like that).

We rented "Her Minor Thing" (2005), mostly because nothing was jumping out at me, and they played a preview of it while I was looking for a rental. Generally not a bad movie, as long as you remember to turn off your brain first. It was a typical chic flick, nothing deep or salacious, but generally a fluff piece. I go for that - movies are there to entertain me! :) But, in the end, while I'm cuddling on the couch with hubby, I broke out laughing afterwards. Yes, I was tired, yes, I was beat, but I just had to laugh at my husband's comment about his own "hippy" hair (now maybe 1/2 inch long). The main male lead had hair down to his shoulders. I broke out in hysterics. Not at his comment, but generally at life.

Hollywood makes women stupid. I totally believe this. We are spoon fed leading men that are supposed to be the ultimate male catch. It's probably one of a few stereotypes, but I'm only going to work on Mr. Sensitive. You know - Mr. Sensitive? You can spot him a mile away. Long hair, artsy-type, maybe a watch on his arm(but only if there are a few well placed bracelets to go with it), brooding, a little messy, but generally well kept, smells great, maybe a small tatoo, but deeply misunderstood - and broken heart thanks to a stupid woman (or a line of them). It makes me laugh. Where is this man? He's just waiting for the right woman to find him so he can write songs about them, or take their B&W picture (so he can sit an brood with it), paint them, or sculpt them. No comment about if or how he makes a living - that's a whole other story.

So, what made me laugh? I thought I wanted Mr. Sensitive in my life. Usually Mr. Sensitive with the long hair is brooding cuz he's a jerk, he's a well kept slob, he smells great because his ex bought him the cologne to cover the "smell", and he can't keep a woman because he's too busy brooding about "poor him". So, what did I get instead? I didn't tread too far away from Mr. Sensitive, but it was in totally different package. Mr. Sensitive is all about understanding you, about connecting with you, about treating you like a queen. My Mr. Sensitive is tall, muscular, with salt & pepper hair (when he doesn't shave it to 1/4"), he's a computer guy with a good job, he probably hasn't worn a necklace since we dated (talk about bait and switch! :) ). But really, he gets me. We laugh at the same things, we have our stupid jokes together, he may not make computer programs about me, but he takes tonnes of fabulous pictures for me to use in my scrapbook. He isn't the movie version of Mr. Sensitive, but I wouldn't trade him for anything.

I hope like hell that my kids will learn that what is in the movies is not real life. I hope my son learns to look for the character of a woman, not her measurements. I hope that my daughter finds her own Mr. Sensitive, and not a guy that looks like him, but treats her like crap. Mostly, I hope they make some good, real life choices. It's really too bad that Hollywood does this. I mean, what's a computer geek to do? I guess he could wear a necklace, but if it's not you, then why do it? Cuz, in the end, nobody can measure up to the leading men in life - because they aren't real! (Granted Christian Kane wasn't hard to look at in this movie!)

Talk to you soon! Hope all is well.
Rella

Baby thoughts

2007-06-29T10:29:00.000-04:00

The weekend is just about here, and of course it's a long weekend, and I have to work! Oh well.... I just keep thinking of the whole year off that I'll have very shortly. No matter. One Canada Day weekend won't kill me.

Yesterday I saw a tiny baby at work. A former co-worker came by to show off her foster daughter. Nearly 4 months old, preemie, and only 6.3pounds or so. Wow! I hadn't seen a kid that small before. Well, not recently anyway. My babes were 8 and 7 pounds. That little girl kept me thinking of the wee thing growing inside me. I hope all is well. My biggest fear is that this one will not be healthy. That I wasn't lucky the third time around. How life would be turned completely upside down by an un-healthy baby. I'm talking brain damage, disfigurement or Down Syndrome. I don't know if I could handle that one. I'm sure that given time I could, but initially I'm sure that I would break down in my hormonal state, and be unable to function for a time. But, I try not to think about that part of the possibilities. I think of the days and nights that this wee one will need me, and the sleepless nights. It's only a short time that exists, that part of the journey is short - to end up with a child that can communicate and state that they truly love you - unconditionally. That's what being a parent is all about.

It's funny the third time around. I'm not nervous (not that I ever was), the weeks slip by, and I hardly notice them. October will get here soon enough. I know that sooner or later I'll have to think about newborn baby clothes (which I gave away after DD)... I'll have to think about setting up the crib in the bedroom, and I'll have to think of the multitude of "stuff" that comes with a baby. Hopefully I can get by with the minimum on this one considering that space has gotten smaller with 2 others spreading out their wings and toys all over the house! ;)

But right now, I'm enjoying this belly that is getting harder, firmer and larger. I'm enjoying the kicks and punches to my side. I'm enjoying the fluttering where I swear the baby is tickling me. To know that new life is growing inside you... it's a great thing. I can't believe that I'll be able to experience another miracle in this world - because in the end... that's what it is.

Rella

Just, please, get out of my way!

2007-06-21T15:18:00.000-04:00

It's the little things in life that drive me crazy. They can set my day off into a tangent that I have to mindfully pull into another direction. I know when I'm in a grump. I know when my pissed-off mood is rubbing off on others, and I try to bring it all to center, and relax. ( I'm going to try and write it all down in an effort to get rid of it before the end of the day.)

So, when today the kids were driving me nuts, and I was running later than expected, I was just not ready to be inundated with stupid people who don't think of others. My private, paid parking spot is behind the building I work. Oneside of the laneway was blocked, so I went around, only to find out that my spot was taken by a huge trailer used by the guys currently working on the manhole in the middle of said blocked laneway. I mean, they had blocked the WHOLE laneway, but they had to park their trailer in my (and abou 4 others) spot? Can we say stupid?

Thank goodness for the landlord working in the building. His spot was good, but his employees were not happy. So, he went out and gave them a small blast. All was well, and they moved the trailer so we puny employees could park there.

But really, couldn't have someone looked up a little and noticed that there was a "Private Parking" sign there? I mean these guys CAN read! They did have alternatives, as evidenced by the laneway they blocked. ARGH! Normally something this small would not have bothered me. I would have moved my van and just let it the disgruntled feeling disappear. But, no go. This stupid pissed off feeling has stayed with me all day. And, in about 2 hours I'll pick up the kids and drive to some horrible McD's or something to celebrate the birthday of our 2 year old. (she wants french fries). I gotta get out of this funk. No kidding life can be stressful. Usually I'm not a stressed person, but today- everything has been irritating me.

Please, just stay out of my way today... and I'll try to *not* bite your head off.

Someone, give me a million!

2007-06-15T15:09:00.001-04:00

Just a little million dollars... then I can go hide out and not worry about life.

Do you ever have one of those days where you just say WTF??? I think that I'm currently experiencing one that is lasting 2 days. I am saying WTF to my current employer. At this point in my life I'm married, 2 kids, 1 on the way, and I figure that I'm mature enough to take on the responsibility of both a part time job and a family. But that all gets shot to hell when I'm expected to take on the responsibility of others because they can't seem to manage life.

I'll probably end up deleting this, for fear of my employer finding this (she is also a good friend), but right now I need to get this off my chest. I work in a shop where there are 3 workers. Boss and 2 employees. I pretty much cover 2-3 days a week, boss - the same, and the 3rd person kinda throws in an evening and a weekend here and there. Works well really. Now, 3rd person can't work as often as possible, and Boss is having to shuffle shifts my way - because she "just can't be here". I love it, she has had this company for a little over a year, and hasn't figured out that when you are a business owner - ususally you are here every day! She puts in 2-3 days a week and a Saturday shift a month. ARGH! Then, she gives me shit when I can't cover a shift. I'm not helping out like the others are. BULLSH!T! I cover her ass all the time! I'm here when her kids are sick. I change my whole schedule for her when she has conflicts at her daycare. I'm here whenever she wants me to be, and NOW she tells me that I'm not helping out. WTF??

Case in point. 3rd employee has 2 Saturday shifts this month, but now says that she can't do them both because hubby is working both Saturdays. (he has a new full time job). So, instead of hiring someone new after NOBODY can take the shifts (- or taking one herself) She is looking at me, and wondering why I can't take the shifts. I'm not "doing anything". I'm sorry if I want a weekend to myself where I can work on my backyard in order to keep it up so I can sell my house next year. Every weekend I have been helping someone else, or working at the store, so SH!T if I can't have a weekend to myself. I've done enough double Saturday shifts that I'm sick of it! I did my time, now find someone else to do it!

I'm even taking a damn machine home with me during my Maternity Leave (yes, I'm taking the whole year) because nobody wants to learn the machine, and I'm the only one who knows how to work it.

Damn

I feel that when I get back from Maternity leave there will be no store to come back to. I keep thinking that she is running the thing into the ground. I don't even want to get into the money trouble there is. But, instead of asking for help, or getting a partner into the store, she keeps going on, and putting it all on her own shoulders. I know that for her grant she HAS to keep the store up for 2 years (due in April 2008), but it's not working. I'm not about to help her out financially, because I just can't do it (and frankly don't want to). But damn. Either put in more hours, hire someone, or call it quits. It's starting to get annoying!

Okay, enough venting. I have to go do a few more things this afternoon. Yes, I'm at work. Taking a late lunch break and getting stuff done! ARGH!

Rella

Let's play... catchup!

2007-06-06T10:17:00.000-04:00

Wow. It's been a while since I blogged, but that only means that my hubby and I are talking more, and I have less to get off my chest. (Such as it is).

Let's see... to catch up.

Pirates 3 - Good movie. Don't expect too much, and you will be happily surprised. After-all movies are just entertainment. Period.

Spiderman 3 - Ditto from above. But, not as good as P3.

Baby update - Well, I'm about 23 weeks along. No, I'm not going to translate that into months (okay somewhere around 5 months). It's annoying enough to remember the weeks or months, I'm not trying to do both.

The baby is doing well. (no surprise considering my baby-making history). My belly is growing, but not as fast as the last few times. Which, is a good thing. I think that I've gained now a total of 9-10 pounds in 23 weeks. I like those numbers! I credit continuing my workout and boxing, although squash has suffered since Kris has been sick. The ultrasound was a bust when it came to finding out the gender. Oh well. Another surprise then! :)

Kids - The rugrats are growing like crazy. DD (almost 2) is finally in her own room. (She woke up constantly, thus her bed stayed in our room - why the heck should I actually get up to deal with her?) Last night was a rough night. She came looking for me at about 2:30AM. Yeah, she went downstairs (where I usually am, except at 2:30AM), so the moral of THAT story is to keep the gate up at the top of the stairs, so I can keep an ear out as to where she is. Would consider putting the gate on her own door, but that would make for a bad scene when prego me went to check on her at night, and forgot the gate was there! :)

Life - Life is crazy as always. People think I'm nuts for continuing Boxing at this stage of the pregnancy. Too bad. I love boxing. But, I wanted to pummel the bxing trainers girlfriend last time. Yeah... "How far along are you". "Wow, 5+ months! You've really gained." (Which I haven't). "I remember really popping during the last month. Before that, I really didn't have a belly." THAT is total BS. Sure Ms Skinny Stick, you had no trace of a pregnancy until the last month. I highly doubt it. The longer she talked, the better it sounded to work out my frustrations on the heavy bag. Can you guess who I pictured there? There are just some things you don't say - especially if you are a skinny stick, who can't remember even how to hit the damn bag! ARGH!

Anyway, life is good now, and I'm off to work. Hope your day is a good one.

5 months and 4 pounds.

2007-05-24T13:30:00.000-04:00

It's funny. I've been going so crazy lately I barely remember that I'm pregnant. Yep. 21 weeks so far. Well, okay, I remember that I'm pregnant, but it's not at the forefront of everything that I'm doing. Running after 2 kids, and having a life simply takes precedence. So, how do you think I felt when the today I was at the gym (yes, I've kept up the gym, boxing and squash so far)... and the scale told me that I was DOWN two pounds. WTF? DOWN? That's in addition to the 2 that I lost over the weekend. So, in all, this week I've LOST 4 pounds? And, if you've been playing along I've been happy that I've gained only 8-9 pounds during this whole thing so far. I seriously would not have believed it.

So, now the question is, what does this mean to the baby bopping inside me? Does this mean that it's eating away everything from me stashed away in those fat cells (go baby!), or have I been taking away something that should have been there? I've been feeling fine. Really, no complications at all to complain about (yes, I know women hate me).

On the up side, considering that I lost 30 pounds starting March 2006, my panic this morning to find something wear was averted. It's a warm 30C(86F) out there! Would you believe that last summer's "too big" clothes fit me? I don't know what possessed me to keep them, but with my ever widening belly this is a good thing. Yes, I'm cheap. I don't want to buy maternity clothes until I HAVE to! I hate those panel things! Ug!

Okay, that's it for me for now. I have a mid-wives appointment next week, so hopefully she won't get on my case that day.

Gots to go.
Rella

Things that make you go - WTF?

2007-04-26T13:46:00.000-04:00

First, let me say - sorry (if indeed there is anyone reading this). I have been more than dismissive of my duties to blog. But, well, life happens.

I really felt the need to get this off my chest today... I mean, it's been bugging me all morning, and I can't seem to shake it.

I got cc'ed on an e-mail from my sister-in-law yesterday (went initially to my hubby). She was inviting us to a Thanksgiving dinner (yep, 5 months in advance!) in October! She was making plans early - and wanted to make sure that everyone got the message. To me, Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks (duh), and it's a time for family. So, she is inviting us, without kids! Ummm.. did I mention about the family part? She wanted to have a sit-down meal, and having the kids (7 adults, with 8 kids), was just out of the question. Huh...

So, hubby sends back an e-mail, reminding her that baby #3 is due about 5 days prior to her dinner, and in the list of options, he said that either we wouldn't be coming, or if we did, could it be with the baby? We are not about to leave a 4 day old child with sitters for a few hours. I just won't do it! (Hell, I'll be breastfeeding if nothing else).

Do you know what she said??? Sorry you can't make it. Just like that.
She knocked us out of the whole thing because she didn't want a baby there.

Hubby is considering having the kids over at our home that night so they can get together. How are our kids supposed to know their family, when family functions are without kids? I tell ya, his grandmother would be having a fit if she were still alive!

Since when did having family gatherings exclude children? Since when did having kids become a burden? Since when have kids become an accessory, to dump whenever you have the chance. My thinking is that when you've got kids, your family is the whole package deal. You want us over, that's ALL of us!

Oy, I just can't believe what she's said. She is very self-absorbed. Excluding us... for having kids. Love it.

Piss on her.
R.

It's Spring, what do you mean SNOW???

2007-04-12T10:22:00.000-04:00

Whose idea was this? Umm... someone better inform Mother Nature that her jokes are not that funny. I woke this morning (at 5:25am) to a dusting of snow on the ground. I mean a dusting, it was pushed around to the edges of the street, and was really barely there. Then, I came back from the gym and realized that there was a little more snow. I came out of my house with the kids in tow, and had to brush off the van because I knew it just wouldn't blow off. The kids wore their winter boots, and my son insisted on bringing his snowpants to the baby-sitters! ARGH! The bloody snowplows are even out!!! It's supposed to be about 15cm from last night to tonight. That's 5, almost 6 inches!!! ARGH!

Let me tell you, I was not impressed. And now, I heard the forecast and it's supposed to rain. What a mess! Secretly I hope that everyone will stay home, and I can get some work done here at the store. I'm not putting any money on it, but lets hope.

More later
Rella

Hump Day

2007-04-11T16:05:00.000-04:00

Wow, another crazy week, and thank goodness it's almost over. Okay, it's only Wednesday, but it's past noon. :)

I'm off to a meeting tonight for work, and I'm afraid I'll get nothing done. I mean, I'll be doing some scrapbooking at the meeting, but really who can concentrate? I got 3 pages done one night while the family slept, but that was when I could semi-sleep in the next day. Guess I'll have to see what I can get done this weekend. I do have deadline.

For those of you wondering what the heck I'm talking about when it comes to scrapbooking, well, it's a phenomenon. One that the ever so wonderful Martha Stewart is going to try her hand at. Yes, "Martha" herself. Lemme tell ya, I'm not impressed. When the big guys start putting their fingers into something I always think that it's the beginning of the end. I mean really, buying her stuff will mean spending big bucks, and that's not the point. The idea is to get the memories down on paper and pictures before the brain decides to forget it all. Not, who can spend the most money.

Whatever. I'm working again tomorrow, which means that I'll be trying to get stuff done, and getting bored doing it. Oh well.

I know.. bad post, but what do you expect with 2 kids running around you? :)

Rella

As the Belly Expands

2007-04-07T13:31:00.000-04:00

Yep, it's official, there is something in the "oven". Okay, so that was yesterday's turkey, I really mean that there is some truth to the fact that I'm pregnant. How do I know? The belly. It has begun.

Yep 13 weeks along, and I'm already showing. I guess that's normal, after-all it's kid #3. I'm starting to get rid of those pants that I worked so hard to fit into, only to try and find something in my closet that will fit. Ironically I didn't get a chance to donate the last batch of clothes, although they feel really big on me right now. My belly has grown, thankfully not my ass.

So, I guess next thing to do is to start getting ready for this kid. Yeah, I know that it's a while away, but knowing my luck the days will speed by! After all my youngest (1.5) just moved into her "big girl bed". I know, it sounds corny, but she looks so tiny in that big bed. Now, the next step is to move her into her own room. Harder than it sounds considering how often she wakes at night.

This time I'm going to find out if I'm looking for girl names or boy names. Woman's intuition, no, untrasound! :) If i had to rely on the intuition, I wouldn't be much better off than I am now. Kid #1 was all about sweet stuff, kid #2 was craving salty stuff, this kid? sugar in the morning, and salt in the PM! Yeah, you're so much help. So, nix the idea about intuition on this one, and go for the ultrasound! Granted it's only a 95% chance of being correct, but I think I can live with that 5% possibility.

Okay, that's enough for me at the moment. I have to find something to eat before I fade away. Have a good Easter/Passover/Long Weekend. After doing dinner at my place last night, we're heading to my sister's place tonight. yay... more food. Definately what I need for this expanding belly. ARGH!

ciao
Rella

Tradeshow Tired

2007-04-03T14:24:00.000-04:00

So, the question is, have you ever been so wired, you just can't go to sleep? Let's qualify that statement. Have you ever been so excited/anxious that you couldn't sleep? Non med-induced, drug induced, caffeine induced wired?

I was - and thankfully it's all over. You see, my boss and I went to this retailers trade-show on Wed/Thurs/Friday of last week, and I was just WIPED because of it. I mean, the days I was there I could hardly sleep for being so excited, and when I got home I crashed! I slept like a log!!! It was great. Nothing better than crashing when you really need the sleep.

The tradeshow was a success, we had a great time, and yesterday and today we are paying for it. It seriously worked like those old commercials - the word of mouth chain. You tell two friends, and they tell two friends, and so on, and so on.... God, I haven't heard the words "what's new" so many times! Take a look around... EVERYTHING feels like it's new. I can't find a thing because of it. I can't go on with my daily blog readings because of those words echoing from each person walking through the doors. ARgh!

Anway, it's a good and bad thing. Sales are up, and that pays my paycheck. I'm just wishing I could do some shopping for myself, and not looking at all this nice stuff and wishing.

I guess my day will come.

Night
Rella

Heart ramblings

2007-03-27T15:32:00.000-04:00

Why is it that we women put our hearts on our sleeve, only to have it slapped off? You'd think that when you've had your heart crushed a few times, you wouldn't put it out there again. You'd figure that the world would be full of heartless women. Women you just don't bring home to Mama. Women that just do what we think that the male species sometimes does to us - love 'em and leave 'em.

But, that's such a HUGE generalization that I'll get slapped for it. Thankfully women aren't like that, we keep putting our hearts out there, sometimes stupidly so, if nothing else than to find someone to help us put it back together.

Then, out of the blue, someone comes and after stomping a bit, realizes that it's your heart they are stomping on, and treads a little more carefully. Really, some guys are stoopid. Some guys just don't think of the consequences of their actions - where we women think of nothing but. Go ahead, prove me wrong! Highschool, university, college, whereever it was, there was a woman who read more into what you guys said or did. A night out with the boys turned into "he doesn't want to spend time with me..." "he's looking for someone else". Crap, why do we do this to ourselves?

But then, there are those guys that are stoopid, but figure out that they can help you, they can be on your side, they can be the one to fix your heart. Then, you have figured out what love is. I know, it sounds sappy, but that's just me. You find someone that you can be "normal" with, you don't have to second guess, and after awhile of hesitating putting it all "out there" you figure that you can, and you'll be safe.

Me, I'm happy now where I am. I've found someone that will tell me point blank that I'm being an idiot, or that they don't agree with me. I don't have to worry that he doesn't want to spend time with me, or that he is "lurking" with someone else. I don't have to worry that women are hitting on him, because in reality I don't think that he would notice it unless it slapped him in the face. And if he does know, he wouldn't do a damn thing to further it!

We women are a strange lot. No wonder you guys have a heck of a time figuring us out. My advice to you? Don't be stupid, think about what you are doing, and be honest - even if it means showing off how stupid you were. And, above all, forgive us for thinking the worst. A good portion of us have had our hearts stomped on, and it's hard to put it out there and make even a small commitment without worrying what the other person is thinking.

Rella

Tuesday Blues

2007-03-13T11:48:00.000-04:00

Okay, not really the blues, but more like the blahs. I've got a stack of work to do here, and not an ounce of want to do it. I guess that's what it's like when you are bored, and would rather be doing something else. Things could be good, if this was Thursday :) or Wednesday at 5:00pm. I promised "My Boss" that I would teach an intro class last night, then work today and tomorrow for her, considering that I'm heading for the big city on Thursday/Friday. But, blah! Somedays I just don't feel like working.

But, looking back at the weekend, things were good. I gave Kris's Mr. Tall the a-ok. Yep, he's good enough to date my best friend. At least so far. She's so worried because he lives 6 hours away. Who cares? You're having a great time, he makes you laugh, just live day by day and see what happens. I've really become a person that believes in fate, and destiny. I mean, I think that you can take a wrong turn, but if you are open to what the world is giving you, you just go with the flow. Fighting it, or worrying, will just turn the tide against you. (Man, do I sound like a hippy). "Just go with the flow, man."

Hey, if I didn't believe that, I'd be flipping over the fact that I'm pregnant with baby #3, and the only person that I have to ask "how did you do it", died 4 years ago. Everyone else stopped with 2 kids, or baby #3 came so much later, it was like another family. So, instead, I'm not worrying about it, going with the flow, and just trying to figure out how to get "un-congested" without taking any drugs. I hate having a cold when pregnant. You can't take anything for it.

So, here I am, going with the flow until Wednesday night. When, life will get busy as I pack a bag, do last minute laundry, and generally try to get a good nights rest and be insanely excited at the same time! YAY to Kris's aunt for getting us the tickets to see "We Will Rock You". It's supposed to be a really wierd show, but I couldn't care any less. I mean, I'm leaving hubby with 2 kids to disappear for a night. Can't say I'll be doing that anytime soon. Oh well! :)

Chat with you later. Have a good Tuesday.

Rella

Just another regular Thursday

2007-03-08T11:15:00.000-05:00

Life is getting interesting. Okay, not for me, but I can live vicariously through Kris! Yep, she's actually going on a date on Friday. YAY! And, like a good best friend, I will chaperon for a little bit. And since I'm getting a babysitter, we are going all the way and having dinner too. woo hoo! Yes, life is interesting.

As for the pregnancy stuff, things are in the regular swing of things. People think I'm crazy for having baby #3 (hell, I think I'm crazy), but nothing to do but welcome the wee one! I've got a lot of time ahead of me, considering I'm only at 10 weeks. But, that's more time to organize life and get rid of the boxes in the basement that have been driving me nuts. Did I mention that I want a new home???? more space???? argh! For once I'd love to have a playroom for the kids that I can just shut the door on, and sit and relax in my own space - without the toys!

I can't wait for next week when I leave the family behind for a day and go to a play in Toronto. Exciting? You betcha. I can probably guess that this will be the last time (for a while) that I go out of town without the rest of the family, without it being for work (which can be fun too).

Hope everyone has a good Thursday. I'm off to go back to work. I may have to take a peek at my new book I have with me today - Keri Arthur's "Tempting Sin" LOVE her work!

Ciao for now
Rella

Back in the swing

2007-03-06T10:19:00.000-05:00

Well, the sickness is over. Well, at least we hope it is. The flu-like bug hit the family and we're just now coming back from it all. I tell ya I haven't felt that dead for years. Add to it the fact that I'm ooo.... 10 weeks pregnant now, and it's all very crazy. The kids were hit, I was hit... now I'm just waiting for hubby to catch something. Damn him and his good immune system!

But, I'm not dead, so it all for the best I suppose. Even went to the gym this morning to get my regular man-handling by my trainer. It's all good. I tell ya, I got a great gift for my b-day. Hubby got me another 5 sessions with my trainer. How many times do you get a gift, then just hand it over to the next guy. (next guy being my trainer). Yep, that's how I felt this morning. That little piece of paper left my hands, and in return I get manhandled for 5 sessions. It's a good deal.

One other small thing to report - I'm heading to the land of the van-owners. Yep, hubby and I have picked up a new/old van for the growning family. Very spiffy indeed! Can't wait to get it tomorrow. Kia Sedona EX - all the bells and whistles (although my 4.5 yr old son can't find the bells OR the whistles). Nice blue van. It's all good! except... it's a mini-van. But, can't expect to drive the 5 of us around in a car anymore, just no room.

Oh well, one more rung in the ladder of life.

Hope your day is a good one!

Rella

Yes, it's me.

2007-02-27T15:10:00.000-05:00

Yes, I've been out of the lop for awhile.

Yes, I went on a girls-night-out, and now I'm sick as a dog. And, I didn't even drink!
(Yes, Kris drank herself silly, and didn't feel a thing in the morning. The Karma gods will get you Kris!)

Yes, I'm sick. Evil-deadly sick.

Yes, I'm pregnant, and can't take any of that chemical goodness to help me deal with my misery.

Yes, I already have 2 kids that drive me crazy!

Yes, I have no idea what I want to say with this blog entry.

... but, at least I tried.

And now, I sleep. Okay, not now... but it's gonna be an EARLY night!

Rella

Ahem... me me meme!

2007-02-16T20:32:00.000-05:00

Ah... Kris.. How could you do this to me?
I've been tagged!

Rules: No re-tagging, write a blog with 10 weird random things, facts, or habits about yourself, chose 10 people to be tagged and list their names, leave a comment that says “you are tagged” on their profile, and tell them to read your latest blog.

1. Okay, fact #1 in my life. I'm preggers. Yep, didn't expect to have a #3 kid, but here s/he is! Oh well, happy accidents!

2. I've been wearing 2 pairs of socks lately, the top pair being a funky handmade woolen pair of pink & blue socks. I love 'em. At least the part of them that keeps me warm! Yeah, I know, not sexy.

3. My libido was close to zip until about a year ago. Thanks to opening up the brain as a sexual object for me. I love EC books! (um, so does my hubby.. well the results anyway.)THUS, fact #1!

4. I'm partially psychic, but I have to be drunk. It's kinda freaky, but fun! I'm sure that's why Kris is always DD.

5. I believe in the paranormal. Yep, ghosts and otherworldly beings. There is too much out there to think that we are are the only ones on this planet, or others.

6. I secretly think that the world revolves around me. Life stops for others when they are not in my sight. Then I meet up with friends that have changed, and I know that I'm delusional.

7. Unlike Kris, I sleep with socks on in bed, I kick them off later, but at least I warm up!

8. I go to sleep with the radio on. I can't listen to the bumps and creaks in my house without my mind going to #5. So, I block it out, and deny that it happens. (I also blame the cats for a lot of those noises!)

9. My kids have both slept in my room until age 2. My son is out, and my daughter will soon be out. I just can't bear waking up so many times at night, so my daughter sleeps in her crib beside my bed, and if she has a bad night, I don't even have to get out of bed.

10. I like to think that I wear the pants in the house, but when it comes down to it, I'm easily swayed, and my hubby is the strict discipline man in the house.

There Kris!

I'm not tagging anyone, mostly because Kris tagged those people that I already know ! :)

Have a good weekend.

The Cravings Have It!

2007-02-13T13:12:00.000-05:00

It's official. I'm sure it's a girl. My first craving hit me, and it's salt. Lord, anything with a little salt - pretzel, chip, feta cheese. I need me some salt. So, if previous history has to say anything about that, it's a girl. Yep, sugar cravings with my son, salt needed when I was preggers for my daughter.

I'm sure it's a girl. Until, that it, I have a few daydreams... then I think it's a boy.

Oh, what the hell do I know? Maternal instinct for these things was tossed out the window when EVERYONE was wrong for kidlet #1. So, now I trust nobody. Except, maybe, my cravings. Until later, when I might want some chocolate. It is Valentine's Day tomorrow... isn't it?

Ciao
Rella

Emotions gone awry.

2007-02-11T11:10:00.000-05:00

Wow, youknow that the blogosphere world is quiet when nobody comments on the fact that you just let the whole world know that you are preggers....

Oh well, I could be upset, but I'm not really looking for readers, just an outlet :)

The emotional roller-coaster has hit kids. Yep, this morning I officially got upset over nothing at all. Well, I consider cleaning up the kitchen *something* but really in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing. So, I was almost in tears when I realized that I had a long workweek ahead and would not be able to get ahead of the cleaning today.

Then hubby kicked it into high gear and started cleaning the area I just couldn't get to while also making breakfast. Then, he took the kids and headed for church without me, telling me that I needed a bit of a break.

Wow. I love that guy.

Rella

BIG NEWS... half full... half empty? Overfull!

2007-02-06T15:14:00.000-05:00

Hmm. Sometimes things never cease to amaze me. Say you have good news. REALLY. Good. News.! Some people just see the glass as half empty, but then there are your friends, who see the glass half-full, and ready to be overfilled! Thank goodness for friends.

My husband and I were talking this weekend. Talking about how life is getting easier now that monkeychild #2 is getting older. No sooner did I say that, that I wondered... hmm.. what's the date? How many.... ??? Err... Wait.... How many days since.... crap... 24, 25, 26... 29, 30... 32, 33. Oh, honey... Do you recall how life is getting easier? How about we go back to square one?

Quickly get the pregnancy tests from the store. Say f*!k it, and take the test in the middle of the day despite the suggestion to do it first thing in the morning (leave test #2 for tomorrow).

You know there are those women that have to squint to see, and wonder if that little line is a plus or a minus. Yeah. Well. That wasn't me. It was a big "+" 30 seconds in. Hugely positive!

So, doctor's appt. is made for Friday to get the "official, official" results. But, I'll take the pregnancy tests as proof positive.

So, there you have it. Baby #3 on the way. Lord, what were we thinking? Oh well. No use wondering what happened... we know what happened. And obviously, someone up there thinks this is funny, cuz we are laughing at it too. Can't cry, no point. This child was meant to be, so we might as well get used to it.

Yep. 3 kids. Forget the funky mini-SUV type vehicle. We're heading straight for the minivan as soon as this lease is up (March).

Yep, this is going to be fun. 3 kids.. 2 hands... I need another arm.

Rella

All hail the pink and red hearts, and that 4 letter "L" word

2007-02-01T15:59:00.000-05:00

So, what do you say to someone that has jumped into the dating world - "um... good luck?" or maybe, "Don't tell them too much." or, "Don't judge them all by the same stick as the idiots that aren't literate?". Hmm, I'm just at a loss. But, I am glad that Kris has joined the dating world and all. Well, she hasn't actually hit a date, but yanno, it will arrive sooner or later.

On the idea of dating, I turned the page on the calendar this morning, only to find a note scrawled onto the second saturday of the month. "Busy in the evening". You see, hubby and I live and die by the calendar. If it isn't on the calendar, it probably won't happen - or tough for you if someone booked a second outing that night. If you don't write it down, it doesn't exist. So, having said that, I can understand "busy in the evening" as scrawled by my hubby. It's more than likely our Valentine outing bumped up a few nights. And, that's just fine by me. I mean, really, how many guys actually make plans and/or reservations before the month of February actually arrives? Perfect for the weekend, when I don't have to worry about a babysitter's hours. That takes planning, and some sort of memory or reminder on the computer anyway. May be the many times I complained that we did nothing that night, that has been etched into his brain?

I mean, really our anniversary often goes by unnoticed until a few days later, but Valentine's Day is kinda hard not to notice. What, with all the red hearts and cupids and stuff eminating from the malls. You'd have to be blind. These companies put away the Christmas stuff and just replace it with Valentine hearts and chocolates. What do you mean we can't have a few days rest between celebrations? Gosh! This is the time of year that I always dreaded in school. Those days that you would just hide your head and feel all the stupid valentines, singing gorilla-grams, or just general stupidity wash past you. At least until you had a SO, but those days were few and far between. Sue me, I just couldn't find a decent guy until much later.

What will be doing on the actual Valentine's Day? Probably nothing. Probably just sitting around, putting the kids to bed, maybe watching a movie/tv show and trying not to fall asleep. I know, such party animals. That's what the weekend is for.

Rella

Movie writers - take note!

2007-01-30T10:53:00.000-05:00

The weekend was nothing to get crazy about, but there were 2 or 3 nice little surprises. After dealing with 16 (yep, count 'em 16!) crazed and screaming 8year old girls I decided to head to the second run theatre with Kris for a good 'ol chick flik.

Holiday was good, but it really could have been better. I mean, Jack Black as a romantic interest? I was willng to see what happened... to forgo the visions in my head of him dancing around in underwear and tights, a la Natcho Libre. But, good lord writers, WRITE! I think someone got too excited about having a comedian actually playing the part, that they forgot to write any romantic-type dialogue or scenes for the poor man. Cameron Diaz and Jude Law are not hard to imagine as love-interests, but Jack Black needs a little extra. Come on!! Even the guys who are jokers don't joke every minute (well, unless they are under 20, and even then it's anyone's guess). I would really like to see a writer take this up. Take Jack out of the realm of comedian and see what he could do with a the romantic part of a romantic comedy. Hell, if Jim Carey can do it (still not totally convinced) or Steve Carell, I'm sure that Jack could pull it off!

Well, after that crazyness, we headed back to my place to hash out the movie, and have some hot-chocolate. Kris complained about not having a photo for her online dating debut, so I wholeheartedly offered my hubby as cameraman! Yep, she got her pictures, and nice ones too! Now, all she needs to do is GO on a date. Let's see... anyone taking any bets as to how long it will take before she actually goes on one? I'm not talking about if she will be asked, cuz that's a given, but will she accept???

Well, that's enough for the moment. Nothing major to discuss at the moment, and I do have to get back to doing some work here... at work. :)

Have a good day!
Rella

It's COLD!

2007-01-26T13:09:00.000-05:00

I'm freezing. No, I'm f&*!ing freezing. My store today is colder than... colder than... well, hell, I don't know what could possibly be this cold! Heaven help me but the fires of hell are starting to look good right about now... yep, there goes frostbite to the toes - who needs baby toes anyway!

GAH! Can't type... must... stay... warm. Hands back under the armpits - not pretty, but perfectly warm-er.

Rella

Like a deer in the headlights

2007-01-23T12:40:00.000-05:00

Yanno... when you just think that nobody is watching, then you find out that someone is! Wow, what an... odd?... feeling. I felt the same today when I grabbed lunch and went to read some of my regular blogs. I mean, some of these blogs are friends, but others are just some that I stumbled onto, and I find them entertaining. Maybe I even connect with how these people are going about in their lives. I don't ever expect that they are reading my blog. I mean.. okay I have a stat counter, but I don't look at it all the time.

But today, someone actually discussed something I posted about - (My gym compliment, the previous post). I went to read Dean's blog, and there he had quoted my blog, and talked about me. Hmm.. it feels a little... umm.. odd. Mostly because I blog for myself. I am not a writer, nor do I pretend to be. My blogs come from whatever is going on in my head, things that I just want to put out into the world. Nothing major, no ulterior motives. (The biggest ulterior motive is maybe so my better half knows what's going on with me) But, there's Dean discussing me, or rather my commentary. Huh.

I know, this may seem a little childish of me. Like when the teacher starts reading from your essay at the front of the class (no Dean, I don't see you as the teacher), your heart jumps, and you want to smile, and crawl under your seat all at once. Butterflies or something.

Anyway, I know, get over it Rella. I will. It's a fleeting thing. But, it's something. I know that I 'm not meant to be a writer... I can't handle the limelight... :)

See ya later
Rella........

(yes Kris, my name appearing on your blog doesn't count. We're best friends. I might be miffed if it wasn't there! :) ha ha!)

Noticed... in a good way???

2007-01-20T21:14:00.000-05:00

Again, something else that I was hoping for has happened. I was at the gym the other day, and a total (older gentleman) stranger came over to me while I was doing a cool down stretch. He says that I've really come a long way since I started coming to the gym (10 months ago). I thanked him and said that yes, despite not feeling well last week, I came back and started working out again. He again said that I had come a really long way.

Hmm.. So, that begs the question - has he been watching me? Has he been pondering my situation? Has he wondered when he would say things to me... or, is it just a wierd, spur of the moment thing?

Who knows. But, at least someone has noticed.

It was a feel-good kind of day.

Hope all is well in your part of the world. Things are peachy keen here. Nothing exciting, just good. I'm bogged down with research to do for setting up a new website, and I have a shit-load of stuff to learn to have said-website transferred over to a new host.

Oy. But, good.

Rella

100 posts - should I celebrate? nah!

2007-01-15T21:53:00.000-05:00

Wow, didn't realize that this is my 100th post. Doesn't feel like I've been posting for that long. Well, whatever.

I haven't been around lately, as the whole famn damily has gotten sick. Yes, fist kidlet#2 comes down with the sniffles, then a cough, then PinkEye! Then I catch pinkeye. Then, said kidlet gets spots, then #1 gets them too! ARGH! Coughs, colds, Pink Eye, Chicken Pox... can you tell why I haven't been around? I even got a bad cold myself, and decided to take a few days off last week.

Well, it's back to the grind tomorrow. Kid #1 went back to school today, and I'll go back to work tomorrow. Tell me I'm thrilled. At least it'll be a short week for me. :)

Other than the obvious, things are going well. Life trudges on despite spending time on the couch reading. I'm loving my new/old ebook, and am just zipping through those novellas, quickies, etc. at a fascinating pace. (Well, I can't go too fast, there is only so much time that I can read in a day). Yes, I call it fascinating because after about 10 minutes my kids are at me, wanting something or other. It got to the point where I couldn't go into the bathroom without being followed.

Let me tell you, I totally understand why men take magazines and books into the bathroom with them. It's the quality time spent reading - UNINTERRUPTED!

It's not so bad. At least I read. Not like today where I paid the price. Yep, laundry, cleaning, tidying. oh joy.

Talk to you tomorrow... or later.

Rella

How to infuriate and melt a woman's heart

2007-01-08T22:27:00.000-05:00

Men... really sometimes they completely baffle me, and other times, I'm just perplexed. One minute they are driving you crazy, the next is just as bad!

Exhibit A: I accidently left the baby stroller outside yesterday. And, no, he didn't bring it in... it started to snow! ARGH! This morning I had to bring it a soggy stroller! I hate that!

Exhibit B: Then, things like this just melt my heart all to pieces! The other night, after a good round of... well, lets just say I was speaking to my husband asking about any.. um... "fantasies" he may have still milling about. And he says..

"Fantasies? Why would I need any fantasies? I'm living my fantasies being with you..."

God, I love that man.

What Women Want...

2007-01-05T08:55:00.000-05:00

It's the age old question... what do women want? I was pondering this after a kick-ass workout this morning with my trainer. Really, what they want is to be acknowledged. Acknowledged that they are good at what they do, that they are attractive, that they are smart, you get it.. fill in the blank.

I was walking around the track, thinking that I did a great job at working out today. I really gave it all. Usually after working out I feel either tired or invigorated. Can you guess where I was? I also felt extremely sexy. I mean, after working out this morning getting some great endorphins going... and well.. working out last night in bed... those high giveing, wonderful, sexy...endorphins were flying. My workout clothes are really good - they fit me well, and give me a great curve - so my mind was starting to wander. Wouldn't it be interesting if one of the guys at the gym thought that I looked good. What if one of them had seen me shed my 25 pounds so far, and enjoyed the curves it gave me. What if... what if someone at least appreciated how I looked. I would friggin' love to know that. To get a comment like that is akin to the wolf-whistles while walking by a constructions site (does that happen anymore?). As a woman, you aren't really interested in who did it, insomuch as you love the fact that someone noticed.

There are the nights when Kris and I go out... nights when I know that I have worked my damndest to put together an outfit that is sexy. When I know my hair and makeup are the best they can be. Nights when I come down the stairs and I get a comment from my hubby, or frankly, just that look... It's acknowledgement. Acknowledgement that I look good, and that he still finds me attractive. That may be the problem here. I need that re-affirmation. I need that reminder that yes, even I, can be sexy.

Frankly why in the world do married women go to the clubs then? For that same affirmation. For that feeling that they are appreciated as women. As someone who can still start a wet dream. As someone who can get a man hard, just by how we dance. I mean, it feels good just to let go on the dancefloor, but why are we (married women)there... really..??? For the attention. For the acknoledgement.

On another note... Kris has told me that we are going shopping. One where kids are really not allowed. Looks like we are going to the new local sex shop to go a-browsing. I have an idea of what she wants to buy me, but really, I'm just interested to see what's new. And, by the looks on the internet, there is a lot that's new. Hopefully it's a classy place, not a dirty, dark and dreary place. Let's hope.

So, I hope that your weekend is eventful. By the way things are going, mine will be. So, any advice on toys /things to buy at the store? I'd be intersted to find out.

Rella

Resolutions to Revolutions

2007-01-04T10:53:00.000-05:00

It's funny, I had a great idea as to what to blog about today... and well... now I'm thinking about two things. Funny how some days you've got nada, then along comes the idea train and drops two things in your lap.. oh well. Considering I'm writing this from work, I'll try to keep it short. :)

**hi boss, hope you aren't reading this!**

I was reading Kris's blog this morning, and she was talking about New Year's revolutions - not resolutions (more on her blog) Taking a look back, it was a year of revolutions.

1. I put my foot down with myself and started working out with a trainer in March and lost 25 pounds to date. I know that it's not a lot, but considering it took me many years to put it on, I'm not expecting to lose it all in a year. I plan on continuing! Yep, 5:25AM comes early, but it's the only time I can find for ME!

2. I found out that I love boxing. I can't wait for the next class to start - especially when you are NOT treated like a girly girl. We are expected to do just as much as the guys do. (All female class, but taught by boxing men!)

3. I found things that I love to do with my husband! We are going to my first fight night in Gatineau in a week. I can't wait! My boxing coach is fighting, and there will be the first female fight ever!

4. I started going every Wednesday night to scrapbook, and get my own family's life journaled. Finally working on my OWN stuff!

So, really, I have no NEW res.. revolutions for this year. It's keep on, keeping on for me! With the added goal of getting my scrapbooking work published in a magazine. But that goes along with #4.

Okay, life is getting busy between customers, so I've gotta go. Hope your revolutions shake up your life a little - change.... it's good.

Rella
*I'll try and keep in mind the second thing I wanted to talk about for next time*

Blame Kris!

2006-12-31T22:25:00.000-05:00

You Are Iceman

You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible
A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers

Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible

Which of the X-Men Are You?

Your Dating Purity Score: 69%

You are an under-experienced dater.
This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.
It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!

Dating Purity Test

13 things about Boxing Day shopping

2006-12-28T16:37:00.000-05:00

13 things I've learned about Boxing Day shopping.

1. If you want it, be prepared to stand in line. I don't mean the lines that take 30 minutes... I mean those that start at 1AM when the store opens at 6AM. I got to the Future Shop line up at 5:45, and I estimate there was about 250 people ahead of me. Good thing that I wasn't looking for those Ipods! I would have had to line up a HELL of a lot earlier!

2. If you line up early, bring a warm jacket, even if you figure you'll only be there a short while. Yep, I brought a semi-warm jacket, but could have used something warmer.

3. Be prepared to stand in line for an hour, even after the store opens! I was 10 people away from the front of the line when I looked at my watch - at 6:40AM! The store had been open for 40 minutes, and they were letting in only 40 people at a time!

4. Do your pre-planning the night before. Thank GOD I did research a few days before, and knew the specs of what I wanted.

5. Do your research, and make sure that your computer can handle what you want to put into it. The mp3 player hook-up wasn't a problem, but if I want to start playlists, I have to go beyond Win98. Did I mention that my hubby is a computer type, as am I.... and we still have Win98 ONLY installed.... (and linux on the other computer)

6. Bring coffee or hot chocolate to that lineup you are standing in. Yep, my HC was only half full, but it was yummy in the thermal mug I had. I wish I had brought more! The pileup of Tim Horton's cups near the front door was massive! We all wondered how much business Timmy's had done that night - all on Future Shop customers!

7. Don't bring kids - don't even think about it. Kids slow you down. I'm soooo glad I didn't bring them.

8. Have a buddy. Then you can divide and conquer - or divide and warm up, while still saving your place in line. Kris, next year, you're coming with me!!!!

9. Know what you want - and quit looking around. I spent too much time looking around Future Shop, and not moving onto the next place. Although the mall didn't open until 9:30 (Walmart somewhat earlier), I still spent too much time looking around aimlessly at Future Shop - making sure I didn't miss any deals.. :(

10. Have a list - I know... stupid thing to say, but I wish I would have had a technology list with me... then I could have figured out if there was anything else we needed, and gotten the hell out of there!

11. Ask - you never know what's left. A friend told me that although she (and I) thought the Ipods were all gone, she asked staff. Turns out someone didn't redeem their ticket (tickets were given out to the first in line who wanted ipods)... and an hour after the store was opened, she got an Ipod. I would me miffed... if I would have wanted one!

12. Get a bood parking spot, and ditch the big stuff soon! I'm glad I parked by the door, then I tossed the big bulky gift wrap tubes and stuff in my car, and headed back in to check out the clothes.

13. Take the time in the morning to shower and get properly dressed - you never know who you will see - or what tv cameras will be around! Saw a bunch of people I knew - they hadn't been there since 5:30, and I didn't look thrown together as if I had just crawled out of bed!

That's it. Boxing Day shopping is done for another year. Maybe next year I'll think about the big screen TV's and stuff that they had there. Maybe not. I'll probably upgrade my mp3 player, so maybe I'll have to be in line at 3AM... :D hope not.

Rella

Boxing day crazyness!

2006-12-26T22:10:00.000-05:00

Finally, it's a break in the Christmas season! I've got one day before the mayhem hits - Boxing Day shopping! I've been going through my flyers, online, reading review after review - trying to figure out WHAT I want to get!!! Ah... the glory of it all.

Yes, I'm in the market for a new mp3 player. For some reason I'm addicted to mine. I listen to it everywhere!
So, now it's time to figure out if I'm going to join the ranks of the ipod crew, or something else. I have to say that through my research I've started out biased against it, then For it, now I'm leaning towards something that's NOT an ipod. Reasoning - $$$. I've got limited funds, and really, I'd love to spend some dough on me, on more than 1 thing! :) So, it looks like the Sandisk Sansa m250 is going to win out. Strictly on cash alone. I'd love the playlists of the ipod nano, but really... that's just TOOOO crazy in the cash department. Let's get me some nice clothes too! :)

Oh well... hope Christmas was good to everyone - or at least you had a few days to relax and enjoy some time off! I'm ready for the mayhem tomorrow. Did I mention that the store opens at 6am??? Let's hope that I can get some sleep first! :)

Rella

Elves in abundance!

2006-12-15T14:46:00.000-05:00

Okay, something to lighten the mood. I was going to do a post on a heavier topic, but I'll leave that for later.

What is your elf name?

Mine is Dingy Candy-lips

Christmas Elf Name

My Christmas Elf Name is

Get your Christmas Elf Name at JokesUnlimited.com

I'm checking out a few more...

Rella = Zippy
My Son's Name = Cheerful
My Daughter's = Snooky
My Hubby = Bijou
The Cats = Blissful & Snappy (they ain't either!)

Lots of fun.... Happy Friday!

Rella

New Year's Party... home or out?

2006-12-10T13:22:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year again. Time to figure out what the heck to do for New Year's Eve. House party, or go out? Family event, or no kids allowed? Drink till ya fall over, or stay sober?

I dunno... too many choices. This year I think hubby and I are throwing a party at home. A few friends, food, and kids. Yep... we are leaving the sitter out of the situation... I often wonder how our friends who don't have kids will react, but really, they can react by not coming. Kids are a fact of life, sometimes unfortunately, but generally for the good! :) Maybe next year we'll ditch the kids but I think this year, we're going to keep it simple. Granted, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna get dressed up (a little), and heavily research the best drinks to serve, but generally... it will be a quiet night. I'm going to see at least one friend who has been away, and I really don't want to chat while yelling at the top of my lungs. Really.

I know.. I'm rambling... but, that's life.

Keyword fun

2006-12-07T23:09:00.000-05:00

I recently went to statcounter just to see how someone possibly found my site. And, yes, I had to check my keywords. So, I'm on the list for....

spanking hubby
good boobs (twice for this entry!)
why do guys wake up with hard ons?
why won't my wife
i asked my dad to spank me (this one creeps me out)
if nowhere else

So, really. I had to check. Spanking hubby?? Yes, here's my entry...

http://rellarey.blogspot.com/2006/11/sushi-bond-and-spanking-oh-my.html

It holds a comment from my hubby and a mention of spanking, but nothing about spanking hubby. So, what do you think those people at google.co.uk are really looking for? Well, check the images when googling "spanking hubby" and you will find out.

www.
auntiejenniferfilms
.com/ FreeArea/VID130.html

I don't want to link there, because I don't want them to find me! But, really... husband training.??? Not exactly the hard core p 0 r n that I was expecting.

Okay, got to get off that topic before hubby reads it. Don't even want to know about the DVD Compliations.. YIKES!

Rella

next time... good boobs... and why do guys wake up with hardons???

Movies and sushi

2006-12-06T13:31:00.000-05:00

Yes, I'm here. No, I haven't been off galavanting to the east... although, I do wish.... No, life has been crazy, and I just haven't had the time to be near a computer, forget about blogging. Damn family. No, really, life is good, and work is crazy. Need I say more?

Went to see The Prestige with Kris over at our 2nd Run Theatre. (aka the "cheap seats"). GREAT GREAT GREAT movie. After getting past the skipping around in time, it was great. At different times you have to remember which part of the story you are following (they all do converge in the end), but really it's a good flick. Do what you can to rent, see, or otherwise sit your ass infront of this film. Very unique. Reminds me of "The Sixth Sense" inthat when you find out the "answer" in the end, you are totally going through the movie in your mind again, saying..... "but that means... and that's.... oh GOD!"

Spoiler Warning:

That's so freaky when that guy does that thing in the end. Yay! Save one for me.

No, just kidding. I hate spoilers, I wouldn't do that to you.... what.. maybe 5 people reading this! :)

Also life has been uneventful except for going out for dinner last week with Mr. Cutie P.T. with Kris and another PT client. Then, heading out for dinner with Mr. Cutie P.T. last night for SUSHI! I love sushi! I get it whenever I can since I found the place here downtown! I was so glad someone would come with me for dinner. I mean, I have been driving enough people crazy with my craving for sushi, so hopefully now I'm good until the new year. Unless.... ummm... Sushi platter for New Years! Oh, this had possibilities!

Anyway, I have nothing exciting to blog about. Kris beat me in squash... 2 games to nothing, and before that Mr. P.T. and I tied... 1 game apiece. Methinks that he was being a tad competitive! But, then again, so am I. I won the first game, and he HAD to win the second.... Hmmm...

Well, gotta go. That's enough of a break. More work, work, work. Will keep you posted on the New Year's Eve plans!

Ciao
Rella

Thirteen movie/show quotes.

2006-11-30T15:08:00.000-05:00

I love movies. So, to get me out of my slump.. I've decided to put together a few of them. Any guesses? If you get it right, I'll put your name beside the quote, and bold the quote. If you have to google them... well, you're a cheat!

1. "When you make an assumption, you make an ass out of me and umption!"

2. "My name is Pussy Galore"
"I think I'm in heaven"

3. "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, yes, no, no, yes, no, no, no, no,no YES!"

4. "It's just a wafer thin mint."

5. "You're my sun, my moon, my starlit sky, without you, I dwell in darkness!"

6. "I stole a baby!"

7. "What is your favorite colour?
- Green, no - ahhhh!!"

8. "No, She hasn't...
Yes, she has..
She's not lost that lov..."

9. "Ignore the bird, follow the river"

10. "Where is the ka-boom? there was supposed to be an Earth-shattering Ka-boom!"

11. "I'm happy! I'm happy!" *whack*

12. "It's merely a flesh wound!"

13. "It's in that place where I put that thing that time."

Okay, so a few may be from the same movie... but I still like the quotes!

Waiting... for the awful phone call or other bad news

2006-11-30T10:42:00.000-05:00

Do you ever have one of those days where you feel a great sorrow, but you really don't know why? I feel like I've been punched in the stomach today. I feel like I've lost something that I can't ever get back. I even asked my husband this morning if everything is okay between us. He replies, "You always do that, I'm just immersed in cleaning up the kitchen, and you ask if we're okay... we are OK!"

It started last night when I was driving home from supper. I felt this ache in my heart. I had 2 or 3 drinks last night, spaced out really well.. so I wasn't buzzed or anything, but I think that had something to do with it. When I get alcohol in my system something happens, something wakes up and starts getting all psychic on me. It's actually kinda scary sometimes - the things I have told people about themselves that since came true. I'm not talking... "you're going to maybe see an old friend". More like.... "you're going to dump the man you are with, date and marry an American, and live in Detroit"... all said when the person hasn't been NEAR the border!

So, today I'm mourning the loss of something I don't know about, and waiting to hear the news as to what has happened. I don't know what it is... and it's creeping me out. Let's just hope that it's hormones, or a flu bug or something. It's driving me crazy.

Rella

Non-verbal commuication between the sexes

2006-11-28T15:41:00.000-05:00

My hubby had actually posted a good post on his website today. He talked about non-verbal communication, and how he had enough with it all. It was all in reference to a book at I'm currently reading: The Blond Geisha by Jina Bacarr

In it, there is a teahouse (home of the geishas), called the Teahouse of the look-back tree. I told my husband about how it's a nice reference to a woman leaving her lover, and then turning around at a specific tree, to take one last look at him, and give him one last look at her. It's a very nice scene. My husband, took it another way, and said, that while the woman would be giving her lover one last look, maybe he would take it to mean that he had had a change of heart, and it was a hesitation.

So, there starts the argument/conversation about nonverbal communication. He has had enough with non-verbal communication. How hints and looks can mean certain things. And how he's going to toally ignore the non-verbal stuff because he always gets it wrong. What is the point of trying to decipher non-verbal hints and inferences, without the possibility of someone getting hurt? - so forget it.

I countered... Woman wish that her lover/partner could understand the non-verbal stuff, although in reality very few men do.... but that doesn't stop us from wanting it. How often do romance novels (and other media for that matter), include looks and arched eyebrows, and dammit, just plain hints at certain things that you would like. It's awful to think that you have to verbalize everything. But, life goes on, reality hits, and woman end up having to verbalize things that they wish their partners would pick up on. Flowers when you aren't feeling well... Cologne purchased and worn when a woman comments that some men smell great... just stupid little things.

Little things like the italian charm bracelet that I've been wearing for a year now. My birthday, mother's day, our anniversary, all passed by... and I've bought 3 charms for myself. And I have all of 4 charms on it... (first one was from Kris).

Maybe that ticked him off... who knows, but he removed the post. I tried just to bring out the female side of things...Yes, a generalization, but what the hell.

So, that (in a round-about way) brings me to the end of my post, and a question. Are you the kind of person that likes non-verbal communication? Do you need a hit over the head to see the non-verbal stuff, so you've given up? You know what I think... Are you a guy, and just don't get it? Or, do you give it a shot?

Maybe I'm just talking to myself here... but I'd like to know. (sorry for the half-ass post, but I had to get it off my chest)

Rella

I'm back.... I'm gone... I'm back... oh hell!

2006-11-23T14:20:00.000-05:00

Sorry to those people popping by and not finding anything since Bond. Well, it's been a crazy week, and I've actually been REALLY busy at work. So, since I had a minute to myself, I thought that I would do a quick blog.

The whole fam damily is packing up and heading for hubby's step-mom's for the weekend. It's a trek, but it means I get to check out a few stores in "the big city!". After shopping with Kris the other day, now my ass is clad in nice jeans that fit me - e-ven! Although I'm seriously wondering who the heck thought up low rise jeans. I keep checking to see if I have "plumber butt" when I sit down. Call me paranoid!

I've got a million things to do before we leave tomorrow. Thankfully none of them have to do with purchasing gifts, but a few have to do with oh.. packing... and.. finishing making gifts... I'm SCROD! Such is life. I was hoping for a quiet day at work, so I could get a little done... ahh - NO! How dare work get in the way of a little last minute procrastinator's prep work. huhhhp!

Ok, back to work. Maybe I can get a little done, and then sneak in some other stuff! ARGH.

Hope you 'mericans are having a good Turkey Day! Go crazy with the sales on Monday! :) Wish I could!

Ciao
Rella

Sushi, Bond and spanking... Oh My!

2006-11-17T12:05:00.000-05:00

I guess I have been fairly remiss. I haven't posted in days, and here I was going to post daily on the imminent release of James Bond. Bad Rella. Somebody spank me.

Ahh.. that's better.

I'm currently at work (shhh!) and sitting on pins and needles. Mr. P.T. is going to find out today if he has his new job, which is good news for me... because he won't leave his old job! Confused yet? Bottom line... if he gets this job, he stays at the Y, I get to keep my personal trainer, and he will probably not take any more clients, except those he currently has! YIPPEE!!

So, now, it's just a matter of figuring out how to pass the time before tomorrow..!!! JAMES BOND!! *happydance*. I can't wait. Plus, sushi before that!
I'll have to endure going with 4 kids to a birthday party at the local science centre, but hey, it's a small price to pay to get my sister to babysit for the evening. Hmm... now to figure out if I can squeeze in a few hours of dancing, and make the night perfect!

Okay, I gotta go and do some more design work. Make diecuts. Argh! Now that the machine and the computer are talking, I can get some work done...

oh. joy.

Chat later
Rella

Revelations & James Bond (not what you think)

2006-11-14T12:47:00.000-05:00

I feel like that guy from Saturday Night Life... "I'm good enough, I'm smart enought, and dammit, people like me". Okay, so maybe that's paraphrasing, but at least it gets my point across. The reason I'm channeling SNL is once again, a small revelation that came to me yesterday afternoon. (Granted, I'm sure that this revelation has come before, but it feels new everytime!)

I realized that I'm worth it. I start to feel bad every now and then when I think of my personal trainer. Or, more to the point, the money that is being taken away from my family and given to my personal trainer. (It's not like it's money we miss... we finished paying a loan, and started diverting the cash in that direction next) My MIL asked me for a Christmas wish list, and really, all I want (besides boxing stuff) is more money to put towards my personal trainer. I'm really loving this, and despite my guilt, I'm still there. But, I'm either learning to live with this guilt, or actually defeating it. You see, I feel like I'm getting somewhere!

I went through my winter clothes, figuring I'd trash all the pairs of pants that I can slip off without unzipping. 6 pairs later!!!! I love it! After noticing Mr. Nice-to-Look-at-Kickboxing-guy is running Thursday 6am classes, I'm even adding a Thursday morning at the gym. Call me crazy, but a girl has got to have SOME motivation! Boxing, Kickboxing, Squash, Gym x2 days - lets say goodbye to 5-10 more pounds please by Christmas... PLEASE!

Anyway, I mentioned that I would blog about James Bond. Well, I'm in such a good mood today, I really don't care who comes on Saturday to the dinner & movie. I'm going to have fun... and DAMMIT... even if it's just hubby and Kris, and me!

I've blabbered on enough, and I have to get back to work. But I leave you with these question... Why does Q grow older, but 007 doesn't? Who the heck would name their child Pussy Galore? And, why can't I have any Bond gadgets? (okay, I'm not a 00, but I can learn!)

Rella

James Bond, Westerns and Dad

2006-11-12T20:21:00.000-05:00

I soooooo love James Bond. I grew up on James Bond movies and Westerns. Thinking of those 2 types of movies makes me think of my dad. It got to the point that he had seen so many Westerns that I couldn't rent a western that he hadn't seen. Or, more to the point that he couldn't convince me that he'd seen. I still really wish I would have brought him to see that last big Clint Eastwood western movie. Can't remember the title - but it would have been a hoot to bring him to the theatre for a western. I miss him.

Anyway, I'm making plans with others to see James Bond on Saturday. Yippee! I've lined up the babysitter (had to give up my afternoon to babysit for her, then she would do the same for later). But, it's all good! I can't wait to see this one. No, I haven't read any reviews, and I don't want to hear a thing. I want to make up my own mind regarding this new Bond. He'll have to convince me that he's worthy of joining the ranks. And, believe me... they haven't all passed!

As for the company - well, whoever shows up, shows up. I've heard from a few people, but they haven't put down plans as of yet. I think, that seeing how "international" James Bond is, we are heading out for Sushi. No, it has nothing to do with my Sushi obsession of late, nor does it have to do with the fact my better half has had nothing but California Rolls. We are having sushi out of homage to James Bond. Yeah, that's it. I have yet to set up times, but even if it's just hubby and me, I don't care! We are going, before I see any more hype commercials or reviews!

Tell me, what do you think of Bond? Are you going to see Casino Royale? What do you think about the fact that Casino Royale was originally an "unofficial" movie (more like a spoof) made in '67?

Hmmm... maybe I'll make it a Bond blogging week. Just in homage to the franchise. :D

Rella

Immortalized on the 'Net.

2006-11-11T20:18:00.000-05:00

Such a bad thing to do. I mean, if you Google yourself, what are you going to find? Thankfully my married name is very generic, so googling it would be useless, but my maiden name is very ... well, let's just say unique.

I found an old fictitious story out there that an internet friend had written. I'm included in the story, in a sweet way, playing myself. The one thing that bugs me, was that he made a dedication, and listed me as his girlfriend. I mean, we chatted online, and somewhere, sometime he got the idea that we were dating. WTF?

Well, that was a long time ago. But, still, the story lives on in the internet. It's odd, to think that my ramblings here, may one day be found by my kids, or more insane than that would be that my name would be found in a sci-fi story. Would my kids wonder what kind of person I was, based on that info. Wow, it seems like a lifetime ago. I don't think that I'm the same person anymore. But, that's just me.

So, where ever you are Mr. Writer, thanks but, I've moved on... and I wouldn't have watched as you got pummled... I would have helped! :D

Rella

I'm dreaming of a white..... driveway!

2006-11-11T10:43:00.000-05:00

I should have seen it coming! I mean, when you see a snowplow driving the streets, and it's not snowing... yo u know it. He's doing a dry (literally) run of his route. And, any sign of snowplows means SNOW! So, yes, we got hit. I went to put the cat out last night at 4AM (read: stupid cat) and wondered if we had left the porch light on. No. It was the street light reflecting from at least 8 inches of snow. I kid you not!

So, with me having to run to work this morning, the family was left to shovel the driveway. My son loved it... kidlet #2 wasn't so happy. Maybe has to do something with the fact that her snowsuit is too big. Oh well.

So, now, here I am, waiting for the hordes of people to start showing up (not holding my breath till noon). I mean, if I feel like shopping for Christmas stuff right now, you know others are doing likewise. What is it about snow that makes you think - Christmas. At least for us up here in the land of snow! Forget California and the like (yes Doug, this is you). I mean... Santa in swimtrunks? Yikes!

I'm a good Scandinavian girl, and I'm used to celebrating Christmas on the 24th - we actually get to see Santa as he drops by with the gifts. We did Christmas in Florida one year. And seeing Santa sweat like crazy in his velvet suit, then dashing to the swimming pool, just didn't say "Christmas" to me. I dunno. I'm a purist at heart I guess.

Well, that's it for me. I've got to get a few things done before the throngs of people shovel themselves out of this mess.

Ciao
Rella

Bopping to what's left of my brain

2006-11-07T11:42:00.000-05:00

Life is good.

At least, that is what I would like to believe, at least for the rest of the day.

#1 I went to workout, and my personal trainer told me that he may NOT be leaving the Y. YES! He's put himself in the running for a different job. So, as long as he has time, we will keep our 6AM training sessions!!! :) *happydance* I know, that may seem silly, but I really like my trainer, how things are going, and the fact that I need to buy new jeans because things are getting too big!! If I need to send any letters Mr. P.T., just let me know... I can write reams of them!

Item #2. I found my mp3 player. Kris and I have been finding some awesome music, and now I can take it with me. So, needless to say I took a few seconds, downloaded some new stuff, and have been bopping to it while driving kids to sitters. I really should invest in a way to get mp3s played on my car stereo, without creating CD's...

Item #3 I kicked butt last night at boxing. I love using the boxing pads. Hitting those things as hard as you can, is just.... therapeutic. Plus, as I've mentioned before, the encouragement from the instructor is awesome - his enthusiasm is infectious.

Item #4... okay, so I don't have an item #4, but then again, it doesn't take much to make me happy these days. Get me in a good mood first thing in the morning, and I'm just going like crazy!

All this happiness despite tearing a strip off the side of my ankle yesterday. It's embarrasing. Let's just say that Neet, and items like it, should not be used in conjuction with shavers.... that, and you need a timer in the bathroom. Nuff said.

Hope ya'll have a good day. I know that I'll be bopping to my music today..
Rella

It's a dirty job....

2006-11-04T20:57:00.000-05:00

There are some days that I don't mind being a mommy. The cute, funny, or downright hilarious moments that children blindly show us. But then... then there are the moments that I don't want to do the job, or wish I had a maid anyway. Tonight was one of those nights.

My child, in his infinite wisdom, decided to come downstairs and see me while his baby sister was in the bath. (Hubby's job to do bathtime) My son was nekkid... he just decided to "leave" the potty, and come and find me downstairs on the computer. Then, he said "I don't feel so good". I tell him to run to the potty! Next thing I hear is Hubby asking darling son where he went, and how far did he go down the stairs? And... did he hold it in while downstairs?

Yikes.

Well, lets just say that being a Mommy is a dirty job. Some days dirtier than others. Didn't think I'd be cleaning poop like this except from baby #2. Serves us right I guess for having nekkid kids sitting on the potty before bath time. I say Strip-em and toss'em into the bath. Then, there is nothing to clean up..

ARGH! Yuck! Thank God the carpets in this place are brown and old... that's all I want to say on the subject. blah...

Rella

Ignore my ramblings... I'll feel better later...

2006-11-03T15:04:00.000-05:00

Okay, last emotional-type post for the week... I promise.

Do you ever get the feeling that you are compared to someone, or that you have to show a certain person that you are "good enough"? I started thinking about this thing yesterday when a friend of mine was frantically cleaning her house for a Children's Aid home visit. Hmm.. now, would these people see the "real her" or, the just-cleaned-the-house version of her?

But, I have to say that I am the same way. I frantically clean my house when I know that family will be coming. I want AMPLE notice when my MIL is showing up! It drove me nuts when she came to visit after the birth of my baby girl. The house was a mess, and I hadn't showered since the day before. I was in my mom clothes. Yeah, that wasn't something that was a Kodak moment. It's because my MIL is all about the "show". She may want the best for her son, but sometimes I don't think that I'm it when it comes to the house. She's never said a word, never commented, but I think I could see it in her. Who knows - it just makes me feel horrible. Maybe it's just the Finnish side of me, you know...the people who believe that Pinesol and Bleach shoud be the perfume of choice! :)

Anyway, a small comment was made to me today, reminding me again that I usually come in 2nd place to a certain person. Why do you say that? Well, this person is thin, and is attractive to the opposite sex. (Hell, I even dated someone because she was taken, and I was "close enough", I think it was because I was close to her, and hung around her)

I often wonder if I'm that way anymore (or ever was). Part of me wants to put my picture up at sites like www.amIhotornot.com or some such stupid place. But, I know that it's just a virtual meat market, and my fragile ego would shatter into a million pieces in that kind of venue. But, shit, I just hate being compared to someone. It's my mind playing tricks on me. I know it. The comment wasn't meant as a negative towards me, it's just that I know this good&sexy comment would never be made about me, and it frustrates the hell out of me. I know my strengths. Maybe it was because I wasn't noticed a bit in school, highschool or university that I have this need for positive reinforcement. And, lately, they just aren't there.

Okay, ignore all that crap. I'm such an idiot. I'm not going to erase it, but I don't want anyone to read it either! ARGH!

I just need a (few)good stiff drink(s). Maybe a little bit of loud music. That always makes me feel better. Why is that?

I promise, back to regular old me... tomorrow maybe...

Rella

Thursday Thirteen, about me.

2006-11-02T15:22:00.000-05:00

Alright you lurkers out there! Fess up! How many of you dived into the kid's candy stash yesterday, and after Halloween? Temptation, it's just staring me in the face. And, it looks like a cute pumpkin with LOTS of carbs & sugar sitting inside.

I have to admit it. I did it. I stole a chocolate bar. (or two). Whose idea was it anyway to leave it all on the kitchen table while I was feeling low yesterday? Whose idea was it to go to THAT MANY places with kids under 5? ARGH! So, hopefully my hubby will start with the slow process of removing what is there, considering that my kid can't eat that much, and I don't plan on it either! Well, let's just hope that the scales don't show me what I've done.

On another note, I've been a little down in the dumps. Tuesday's bombshell (see blog entry below) had me thinking of how far I've come, and how quickly I could go back. I even had someone tell me to eat tuna and rice for my 3 meals a day, and the weight would come off. Yeah, like I want to eat tuna for the rest of my life? What about real food?

I starting to think that I need the help of a nutritionist as well. But, how the hell do you do that? Where do you find someone? I figure that now I'm doing something Mon, Tues, Wed, and Friday things are looking good. I just have to add in some walking on the other days - hello, where's my treadmill please? Someone want to give me big bucks so I can buy one?

Well, I may be bummed about what is going to happen, but I am pleased about how far I've come. What can I do now? you ask, let me tell you. My Thursday 13:

1. Fit into smaller clothes that were in my closet!
2. Fit into clothes from Kris! Woooo hooo! (she went down sizes, and the clothes had to go somewhere)
3. Feel sexy, and considering buying undergarments that don't say Hanes...
4. Not wearing the "fat pants" I had to wear last year and buy for big bucks when visiting the other-in-laws.
5. Not feeling so bad about how I look.
6. Convinced I can lift more than I figure!
7. Loving working out, as long as I have a buddy. (I'll miss you buddy!)
8. Starting to think that maybe I could get back to a weight that I used to know.. in... errr.. early University?
9. Feeling geniunly happy about myself, and starting to feel, maybe, fit?
10. Glad I don't have to huff after going up 2 flights of stairs!
11. Feeling that maybe I matter, and my self-worth maybe coming out of the toilet.
12. Maybe this body is worth saving, without the liposuction!
13. I can teach my kids that excercise is fun. This is more than I EVER learned from my family!!

That's it for me.
Night.
Rella.
(If you are reading this Mr. Trainer, say hello, and know that you did REAL good by this girl!)

It's over....I can't believe it.....

2006-10-31T11:09:00.000-05:00

It's a sad day.

No, really, a sad, sad, day. Today I found out that my trainer will be leaving the gym that I'm at. Okay, that, in itself does not sound so bad, but let me frame this right. As Kris says, he's a hot P.T. Yes, I don't say it very often, but he is an attractive guy who is truly nice. You really don't find people like that anymore. I mean, one that is good looking, and sincerely concerned about you. Well, yes, he gets paid to be concerned, but it doesn't turn off when the clock hits the hour mark.

The first thing I said when he told me was... "Good for you.. bad for me." Really. I looked forward to getting up at 5:30AM and working out at 6AM! I mean, who else would get out of bed for me at that god-awful hour and help me workout? He did! I started working out sometime in March of this year. I did it as a present to myself. And, man did the gods line things up for me when I met my trainer. Nice guy, attractive, concerned, and truly funny. But, you know, I'm married, and he might as well be! :) So, I started to love to workout, where if I did this myself, I could find a thousand reasons and aches and pains that would stop me from going to the gym. But, we was there waiting, so I HAD to go.

But, my big question is... when did my working out become not working out, but meeting a friend to workout with? When did that change over? I mean, I still paid him, I still expected him to push me hard, but when did it become a friendship? I can't say that he thinks it's a friendship, but I do. Because that's what he has become. Drop of a hat, and I would help him or his girlfriend out, no questions! Part of me feels like it's a little of a betrayal with him leaving, and the other part thinks... GREAT FOR YOU!!!

But, now I get to be a little selfish. What the heck with this do to my workout. Can I click with someone else working out with me? Will they push me as hard? Or will they treat me like a girl, and use kid gloves? I like working out with guys, because in my warped mind, they push harder. (Can't say that from experience, but many of the women I've seen at the gym have makeup and hair done - they aren't there for the workout... I think.)

Anyway, that's my comment for this morning. I may post something a little more Halloween-ie later!

Ciao
Rella

Going, Going... gone!

2006-10-30T22:57:00.000-05:00

Man, who knew that I was THAT popular?

This weekend (and the past week), have been just crazy. I've been helping to organize a scrapbooking event - consisting of 180 women in 1 room, scrapbooking for 25 hours. Sounds crazy, huh? Well, it was. Don't want to bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that it was a blast. Yes, I was working, but I had fun chatting it up with some girls from Sault Ste. Marie. But, that's not the fun part.

The owner of the scrapbook store that was hosting, was auctioned for 200 dollars and change. Or, rather her services were. So, then the question came around, asking how much my services would be. The bidding started, fast and furious, and ended at $150. Well, I think that this sounds great. Yeah, I know, 6 hours for 150 bucks, doesn't sound like much, but it was rather flattering. I mean, I could have been sold for $30.00, and that would have been a little insulting even!!

I can sorta understand how these bachelors feel who are sold at auction (a little), when people are bidding for your time, and you really don't want one of them to win. The other bidders I didn't know, but the bunch of women that pitched in, were all... well... sorta friends - customers that are friendly.

It was fun, and I can't wait for the evening I'm spending with them. Yes, it will be work. Yes, I won't get paid. And, yes, it will be an afternoon and part of an evening killed - but at least it will be with women that are fun, and interesting!

Okay, I've got nothing else in me tonight. Kris was trying to tell me to make a kinky connection between the auction and auctioning men.. but, I don't have the brainpower anymore for the subtlty of it all. Maybe another night. But for now, I just have a smile on my face because someone wants to pay money to spend time with me. That, weather kinky or not, is a good thing!

Rella

It's all about Attitude

2006-10-20T13:44:00.000-04:00

I totally believe that in life, it's all about attitude. It's all about what kind of mood you put out, will reflect what you get back.

Today, for the 4th time (at least), I had to bring my car to the shop to get it fixed. And.. it's the same problem that keeps occurring - I can't put it into reverse! So, I called in, and brought it in today. I guess the guy behind the counter was ready to get reemed. But no, I'm super nice as a customer. I don't have to pay for it, since it's under warrantee and I don't need the car while I'm at work. So really, it's no biggee. I saw the sense of relief on the guy's face when I didn't ball him out, but told him that nahhh.. it's not worth getting pissed off over.

Same thing with people at work today. I told them the car is in the shop again, and they got hushed, and waited for me to start up my rant. But, I didn't. What's the point? I can't change it... it's broken. It's been given to the guys who can fix it. It's not worth killing my day over!

I wish more people would have this attitude. Not to get mad over the things you can't change. How much better would our life be? Complaining is good, yes... but really, if it's not going to matter one way or the other, relax!

I think maybe it's the same way with dating and stuff. No, I'm not single, but I hang out with Kris, and she is! So, if you put out the attitude that you are having fun, enjoying yourself, wouldn't you attract a different kind of person than if you were looking desperate and NOT having a good time? I mean, doesn't a man want someone that knows how to have fun... that goes with the flow?

I realized back in highschool that I could never catch the GORGEOUS guys. I'm just not that kind of looker. But, in university I talked - with anyone! I was chipper, and easy going. So, I ended up with a lot of male friends. I suppose looking back, I could have dated more of them (maybe), or at least taken a step in that direction.. but it wasn't me at the time.

I even had enough balls to take my chipper attitude and talk to a very attractive guy one night while home from college. Hey, it worked out. We dated. (Turned out he didn't know when people were flirting with him unless he talked to them). And yeah.. we're now happily married. So, I took the right attitude, and married up. I totally think that.

That's just me. Hopefully I run into less grumpy people today, and more happy ones. But, I guess that would happen anyway since it's Friday.

I'm looking forward to Saturday at the bar. I'll take that same attitude - have some fun, talk to a few people... and hopefully find Kris a catch. Let's hope.

Sincerely
Cupid... aka Rella

A bad night, remedied by shopping?

2006-10-19T11:07:00.000-04:00

Man, did I have a crappy night last night. I was supposed to go out to my regular Wednesday night activity - but it was canceled. So, I did a favour for my sister instead, and brought my niece to the Y for swimming. That, was actually the good part. I got some sketching done for a few projects, and listened to my music. But, then it turned.

I got home later, and I was just inundated with kids. I guess my psyche was just on overload, after expecting a night of peace and quiet. You know, out with the girls, get some stuff done... then home just in time for the kids to hit the bed.

But no, it was crazy-ness and screaming all night long. I tried to sit down at the computer, and I just couldn't get a moment to myself. So, I may have taken it out on hubby... and Kris. Sorry girl.

But, there is a light on the horizon. I'm going out on Friday night (instead of my usual Wednesday night out) to meet some girls and work on a project. Then, it's out with Kris on Saturday night. My hubby is being really good to me, and watching the kids. I just need some me time, and woman time.

You know, time to figure that I'm still a girl, despite my current in-between state of big clothes, and smaller clothes... Maybe to make myself feel more like I'm progressing in the weight loss department, I'll buy some new sexy underwear. Hmmm.. always a thought. That, and maybe some jeans that don't feel 3 sizes too big, and 1 size too short!

Well, that's it for me. Nothing exciting to post otherwise. Yep. That's it. Boring life huh?

Rella

The biggest responsibility

2006-10-17T11:31:00.000-04:00

Wow, I just finished reading Doug's blog, and it has really changed my mind as to what to discuss today. I was going to discuss the good news that I have - well, I can't say good news, but ok news. A local bar that we've been waiting to open, will open it's doors this weekend. Friday, Saturday, who knows? But, at least it's a start. The reason that it's a good thing, is that it's a local hangout where the younger (but not too young) crowd have been known to hangout after work. So, that means, things are looking up for this weekend.

But, back to Doug's blog on saving lives... wow.. what a change of pace. I posted this on his comment section:
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Doug,

So, I can’t totally understand, but I can empathize. Who wants responsibility for another’s life. When I first held my son in my arms, I cried. I cried because it was *my* son, I cried because he was healthy, and I cried because I had to watch over him, keep him safe, and ultimately be responsible for him (at least for the next 18 years or so). I mean, who gets blamed for it all, psychologically or otherwise but the mother.

So, maybe I can understand not wanting to put or phrase it that way. That by saving their life, possibly, you are then responsible for the losses as well.

But, despite not wanting the responsibility it’s there. You’re a doc. I’m a mom. We are responsible, because we stepped up to the plate. It’s like not wanting to become a parent, but flubbing through it the best you can.

That’s how I see it. Take the good, with the bad. But, hope for the best, and do your best to bring out that outcome.

In the end, it’s all you can do.

Rella
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This hits home to me today. I received word (finally) that another couple - friends of ours - are expecting a baby. It really brings me back to the fact that when you have a kid, life DRAMATICALLY changes. I mean, for the better, but really, you are responsible for them. For it all. Good, bad, and ugly. And, it does get ugly. (I'm just going through the good stuff - age 1-4, now here comes the back-talk.)

I think of a friend of mine who's got a little girl. She's single, and poor woman can't even get out of her house without that little one in tow. To leave that child in the care of someone else is the hardest thing to do. How does one go about trying to find another partner, or even someone to hang out with - without putting your heart on the line, both at home, and then when you are out? Girlie, I totally admire you, don't think that I could do it alone (and, I do know you are reading this). Responsibility sometimes totally outweighs what you want to do in life. It's hard, but totally worth it. You could cut yourself off, and say "forget it". But, she doesn't. She puts herself out there, and tries. I know you are just starting this, but I know you girl.

Well, that's enough rambling for me. I don't want to think too hard about those kids, and where they are, while I type this out at work. (shhhhh, don't tell the boss). Thank goodness they have a grandma that babysits!

Have a good day everyone.
Rella

Dancing... in my chair if nowhere else!

2006-10-14T23:25:00.000-04:00

I sitting here, on a Saturday night, at home (yes, this sounds bad already)... I'm listening to a few mp3's... and just loving it. I've really come to the realization that some dj's and remix artists, are exactly that - artists. Who would mix eminem and queen together, and come up with something just totally cool?

Last night Kris and I went to the bar after playing some pool. I was just in the mood to dance. But no, the music just didn't cut it, and the bar was, well... DEAD. I mean, if a bar says that they have an over 25 crowd... what the heck are 19 year olds doing, trying to get in there? Plus, why were there only 45 year olds there?

Argh! It's just frustrating. But... it will get better, just bad luck I guess.

So, tonight, I'm sitting here.. listening to my music, enjoying mixes and remixes.

And sending good wishes to my boxing instructor as he does some UFC-style fighting in Gatineau, Quebec. Good luck Dan!

Hope you have a good weekend
Rella

Yes, today I am rambling.... rambling philosophical.

2006-10-11T11:12:00.000-04:00

I was thinking as I was driving into work this morning. (Yes, sometimes this is a bad thing, but stick with me here...) I often wonder where things came from. I looked over and saw an attractive guy standing at a crowded bus stop. I can totally understand why buses came along. I mean, some guy was driving his carriage to work, and someone else lived next door, and wanted a ride. And a few more, and so on, and so on.

So, taking that (albeit simplistic) view on life. I then wondered if civilization would start again, completely blank slate... what would show up again? I mean, the basics in life here. A market. A school/schoolhouse. A judge? I wonder. How many things just wouldn't come to pass if things were to start again.

How many things have happened in my life, that had they been different - I would have been different? I'm currently reading M.J. Rose's "Lying in Bed". In the beginning one of her characters has an ephiphany. He realizes that he loves the heroine. Loves who she is. And understands that who she is, is a direct result of her past - and thus, a direct result of her experiences, her fears, her loves.... and thus, her lovers. He understands that to love this woman, he can't hate those that came before him. He has to love them as well. (Well, I wouldn't have gone that far, but I get it.)

So, think about it. If you hadn't met that SO in highschool, would you have done the things you did, and ended up where you did? I know that had I not met a few people in my life, I would not have met my husband. Or would I have? There have been so many times that we really, should have met... but never did. Was that fate, playing a game? Were those lost opportunities? If I met him back then, would I have "hooked up" with him, or would I have dated and then dumped him?

I, for one, am glad of the way life has worked out so far. No MAJOR regreets. But, what would have happened, if I did it all differently.

Guess that's why writers are so fascinated with "other worlds" or parallel universes. Hmmm...

Sometimes I wish I were a writer.

Ack
Rella.

To pie, or not to pie?

2006-10-09T20:04:00.000-04:00

I love long weekends. But, really, in the large scheme of things, I love when they are over, and the routine takes over again.

I'm just waiting for what passes as routine to start up here tomorrow. But, then again, Tuesdays don't have much of a routine except for Yu Shin Do in the evenings. Grab the kids, feed them, and off we go. Both kids are not in school that day, so it's really a day with me and the kids. Good, and bad I guess.

What's really odd this week is that I'm only working 1 day. Yes folks, 1 day. But that means that I only get paid for 1 day as well. ARgh! Then, I have Thursday & Friday with the kids, then All Day Saturday as hubby is going to watch the fights in Hull/Gatineau. It's an all day affair, considering that he's taking a bus and it's quite far away.

So, in a nutshell, I'm not really looking forward to this week.

On a funny note, I think that I surprised my personal trainer's girlfriend. After a comment by Mr. PT to Kris about not yet getting a pie (from the 51 that were made last weekend), I decided as a Thanksgiving gesture, I would drop off one. But, you really can't give a frozen pie to a guy at work, so I dropped it off at his home. Not a biggie, he knows that I know where he lives. Hmmm.. guess the girlfriend didn't. Her eyes were big as I drove up, and jumped out of the car with my son in tow, carrying a pie. Guess when clients know where you live, and drop off stuff, it may be getting too personal. Sorry. I just wanted to drop off a Thanksgiving pie! Next time... don't complain about not getting one!

Oh well. I guess I'll hear about it tomorrow during our training session.

See ya
Rella

Relaxed morning

2006-10-08T08:53:00.000-04:00

Ahhh... It's a quiet morning. The little one is still sleeping - the others have left for the morning, and it's just me and a sinkfull of dishes for a little bit.

Well, at least I have a little quiet time to myself. Have a happy Canadian thanksgiving...

Rella

Karmic alignment, or something....

2006-10-06T14:42:00.000-04:00

I think that I need a "happily ever after".

What do I mean? Well, I need something to make sense in my world, and something that ends up the way it's supposed to. I mean, things have just been going by the wayside in my life lately (or, at least, that's how it feels). I need something that would make sense, that would come to a happy ending (or at least a happy ending moment). Like, a surprise meeting, renewing an old friendship, seeing people meet - that should meet. Seeing a couple, that are "meant" for each other. Having a TOTALLY unexpected surprise just hit me. (now, having said that, I'm waiting for it. Crap, shouldn't have said it....)

That's not to say that I'm bejudging what I have with my SO, not in a million years. But, karmically, I need to see a happy moment in the world.

Maybe it's because I've just had all this anger in me today and yesterday, that I just can't shake. Maybe it's because karmically, I think that I'm due.

Something.

I'm waiting...

... for anything.

Rella

Don't get in my way.....

2006-10-06T09:58:00.000-04:00

I'm crabby.

Yes, it's no big surprise, but after a ka-jillion things came down on my head yesterday - I had had enough! Not to mention being all emotional, I'm surprised that I didn't sit down and just cry. But, that's not like me... well, yet anyway.

It's not anything that I can put my finger on, but it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of me yesterday, and nobody was willing to say - "hey, good idea", or "thank you" - hey, I was even willing to go for a "thanks bud!". But, no... Thus, this morning I'm still feeling crappy. My sushi plans are crumbling, but damn it, I am going to go out for sushi if it kills me, and I'm the only one there.

I've even been thinking about going out dancing tonight, or at least playing pool. Actually, wacking something around sounds like a good idea. I tell ya, last night I was so pissed off with life, that if the gym was open I would have considered going and hitting a squash ball until it or I was out of juice.

Well, I have nothing else to add today. Life is boring, and while I try to keep it interesting, I'm not holding out for much hope. Especially with my car in the shop. I tell ya, if my car is not in ship-shape by 3:00pm today - they are going to get the bad end of this stick!!! Watch out!

Totally annoyed....
Rella

The end is near....

2006-10-01T19:30:00.000-04:00

Well, okay, not really the end, but the end of a weekend. It's been crazy - mother-in-law visit. Apple Pie making Day, Hubby's BDay party. Just crazy. Not to mention the insomnia, and working until Midnight on Friday night. Crazy.

This is one evening that I will enjoy, and be happy to see Monday morning come. I know, I'm nuts! :)

But, the highlight of the weekend was probably Apple Pie making day. Yes, it's an annual event, where 4 friends (2 couples) get together, and try to make as many pies as possible in an afternoon. This year, we must have set a record or something. 51 pies! Yes, you heard it - 51!! Well, divide that in 2, subtract the odd pie, and 2 more for a friend's parents. 24 pies for each house. I could give a pie away every second week - or eat one.

My husband went to the basement to start putting these pies away into the freezer. Wouldn't you know it, 2 pies were still there from last year. November 2005. Okay, so maybe we weren't eating them fast enough - but then again, we are a month early! :)

So, anyone for some pie? Guess what we are having for a snack tonight? Popcorn. I don't want to see another pie for awhile! :)

Rella

Thursday Thirteen

2006-09-28T11:13:00.000-04:00

thursday thirteen
Thirteen things that I still have to cross off my list...
(sorta in order of possibility)

1. Rock Climbing. Yes, it's a definite possibility. I want to prove to myself that I can beat my fear of heights.

2. ACTUALLY go up the CN tower for once. I'd really like to have dinner up there - no kids.

3. Fit into a size hmmsldkfj again, and prove to myself that I can do it! (working on this one... hello gym and boxing!)

4. Be published in a magazine. Yes, I do scrapbooking, and I want to see my work up there.

5. Have sex on a beach. Yes, I haven't done this, but I hear that having sand get in between you during sex is not a sexy thing...

6. Have sex in a car. Not just any car... it at least has to be a sports car.

7. Own a home that will actually fit all our stuff, and have a room to workout in. (possible, but not happening for a while)

8. Have a party in said house for all our friends - especially those that live farther away, and some from the states. It would be great to have everyone together again.

9. See my daughter get married to a decent guy (this is probable, but just a long way away, considering she's not even 1.5 years yet)

10. Travel to California and visit family/friends. (This is lower on the list because I'm convinced that when I go there, the BIG ONE will hit)

11. Travel to Egypt and see the Sphinx, or at least see the Mayan Temples.

12. Drive a Viper, Ferrari, or Spider. For more than 2 minutes anyway...

13. Win millions

I HAVE the POWER!

2006-09-28T10:43:00.000-04:00

So, yet another day of driving the monster truck, and please don't tell anyone.... I think I like it. I mean, I wouldn't drive this thing on a regular basis, but I tell ya... it's POWERFUL. Or, at least it feels that way. It makes me want to CRUSH little cars under my LARGE wheels. Muah-ha-ha-ha!

I totally can understand why some guys want a big truck. No, not a big truck... a BIG TRUCK! I'm sitting higher up than most vehicles, and feel like I could get out of my truck, and just walk on them. The kids like it too. From their vantage point, they can actually SEE out of the windows.

Road rage in this thing, would be a BAD thing!!! I was looking at the Alero (similar to what I currently drive) in front of me at the lights... thinking... "You better move buddy, or I might just drive OVER you!". I don't even want to think what a SMART car looks like next to this MONSTER!

Other than that, I went and saw an ENT today, and things are looking okay in my throat. (Yes Doug, I was thinking of you while I was there....) She scoped my nose and throat, and I so totally remember you doing the discussion on what it all looks like.

She thought it was maybe a dry spot in the salivary glands, or something like that... nothing major. She Rx'ed some lubricant for my dry nose and throat. All in all, no problems, especially since my symptoms are all gone now. But, after waiting 2 months to see her, I wasn't about to give up my spot!!

Now, I'm off to pick up the kids, and possibly do some cleaning up before the mother-in-law shows up tomorrow.

Hello to Sierra - if you happen to be out there lurking. You guys... never... post!!! Right jmr, right Kris? Bah!

Rella

Trucks and Vipers and Sex, oh my!

2006-09-27T11:00:00.000-04:00

Part 2 of the bad day.

So, my day yesterday went from bad, to pissed-off! Seems that yes, my car was having major transmission difficulties, so I sent my hubby to go and pick up the loaner. ARGH! I said, "Car or Van, either is good." My son says - "Get a truck, that would be cool!"

So, what did my hubby drive up in...
A 2006 Crew Cab Silverado.

Whose idea was this? Where do I put the stroller, the groceries, the "stuff" that acculumates with kids? NOWHERE!

Okay, so besides the fact that it's going to rain, and I have nowhere to put my "stuff", how the heck am I going to drive this thing into my little parking space today? This is crazy!

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On another note, it was hubby's birthday party the other day at the restaurant. (not a good idea with 6 kids and 8 adults!) My sister-in-law and her (millionaire) of a boyfriend show up in his latest car. Get this... it's a

2000 Viper - in black.
If it wasn't for the child that was sitting on my shoulders, I would have been a puddle on the ground. Talk about a sexy car. My son took a look inside and commented - "There's no space for me" (aka no backseat). "That's right sweetie. It's an Adults-only car!" If sex drove a car, that would be it. And, let me tell you, it was even a sexy growl that came out of that car as he started it.

Oh, to wish, and wonder. But, that's a pipe-dream. As is driving that baby of a car, down a long stretch of highway with no cops, and no speedlimits!

I have to go fan myself, and calm down.

Rella

Damn, I'm determined!

2006-09-26T16:10:00.000-04:00

How do you spell COMMITTED? (I hope that's right :) )

My watch died last night before bed. Not a bad issue in itself, other than it's my alarm for my 5:30 wake up in order to get to the gym at 6:00. AND it's my calorie counter when I've strapped on the Polar strap-y thing-y. So, there goes 2 strikes.

No worries. My husband set his watch, and would wake me. I woke by myself, and got ready to head out. I go to the car, started it... and it won't go into reverse. (It's a standard transmission) Everything else works, sure, but I NEED reverse to get out of my driveway. So, determined to go to the gym. I push it out of the driveway. No problem - except for that little dip at the end of the driveway that I can't get over!

ARGH!

So, I want to get going, and I get my hubby involved. He helps me get it onto the street, and I take off to the gym. I may be 8 or so minutes late, but at least I was there!

"Good morning!" "No, not really" I say to everyone. So, I focused my "pissed-off-ed-ness" into working out. I probably worked pretty hard.

But I wouldn't know.

My watch was broken!

ARGH!

That's my day.

It only gets better. My car is in the shop. It will be there for 3 days or so as they tear apart the transmission. But thank goodness for the Extended Warrantee. They will pay for the fix. They will also pay for my rental. Hallelujah!

So, at least it was interesting - but I got actually nothing done. But I HAVE to get myself a new watch battery!! :)

Rella

Of Friends and family

2006-09-23T12:19:00.000-04:00

Yes, I'm back. The house is in some sort of order after a mad day of cleaning. Then it was off to work and a BBQ with our little family, Kris & offspring, some good friends down the street, and a bunch of friends from out of town. It was a great night! We laughed and chatted until about 9:30 when some of our friends had to head out back out on the road to travel back home (5 hours away).

Wow, things I have learned this week.

1. Music easily brings me back to earlier days. Was listening to Nine Inch Nails while cleaning, and I love them! Plus, reminds me how much I miss dancing the night away with or without alcohol.

2. Some people are just crazy busy, and I'm glad I'm not. I'm glad that I have time for the spontaneous moments in life. I'm glad that yes, I could drop everything for friends and attend a BBQ. I've put family first, but that doesn't mean that my kids can't go where I go.

3. I'm glad that I've found my SO in life, and really feel for those going through life looking for someone. (No Kris, this does not mean you). If you keep yourself so busy, does that mean you are just living your life, and hoping someone will jump into it, or are you running away from something?

4. Anticipation is the best thing in the world, given the right time and place. It can either tie your stomach in knots, or float you through your day. BUT, anticipation is not a good thing if it is a dreaded event. :)

Okay, that's enough blabbering from me. I'm working today, and off tonight to dinner with the extended family, with kids in tow. Should be fun... argh!

Rella

Madly Dashing before the weekend

2006-09-20T17:12:00.000-04:00

It's a MAD DASH! Pick up the place before mother-in-law shows up. I know that she will drop by to see the kids. I mean, really... she won't make an appearance without stopping in, and she never comments on the condition of my home, but I have to pick up (more than usual) around here.

You just know that you've taken on too much for the week, when you can't seem to find the time to even EAT! Noon seems to fly by, and the only notice I take is when my stomach growls! Argh! Something to do every night, and now to find the time to clean.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we go crazy over someone else, but when it comes to ourselves we don't pick up. I mean, wouldn't it be nice to be considered a guest in your own home? ARgh. I have to find that flylady stuff again, and get started.

Oh well. Hope things are going better where you are.
Rella

Gym time

2006-09-19T09:11:00.000-04:00

God I'm beat. I went to workout this morning at 6am, and my Personal Trainer just kicked my butt to hell and back. He added another set to my workout, and nearly killed me.

So, I guess it' not considered S&M if you don't get off on it, huh? Well, I don't get off on it, but I do like the results on it. Truly, I'm not an S&M type of girl (when it comes to working out), but I will go along with nearly anything! Hmm.. might want to rephrase that one.. oh well.

On another note, it's funny what people see and don't see at the gym. There is a couple there that workout at the same time, but not together. When they were walking at the same time, but not together, I mentioned to the guy that he was being "chased". He was probably suprised that I noticed. So sorry bud, but you weren't fooling anyone that you were single. Even if you did flirt with Kris last week.

Well, gotta go. The smaller of the offspring needs to get her needles today. yay... err.. oh.. and a diaper change.. ewww..

Rella

Dating, then and now.. (*notwhat you think)

2006-09-17T18:58:00.000-04:00

Ther are some things that I would rather really leave behind in highschool. My bad hair back then, my reputation (not going there), and my taste in clothes. That time just belongs back in the past.

There is one thing that keeps me just annoyed with myself. My attempts in expanding my circle of friends. Back in highschool it wasn't easy to find a group of friends that you fit in with, but really, when you found them, you know that group would back you up. Your circle grew based on who your friends knew - especially from other schools. Rarely did new people get mixed into the group unless a new person started at your school.

So, that's how I feel now. My group of friends keeps getting smaller, and no matter what the attempt, I feel knocked down at every turn. I saw a TV sitcom about this a while back. Couple A was looking to expand their circle of friends, and started "dating" other couples. You call and ask "can you make it out for dinner" all the while wondering if they will dump you for another couple.

Believe me, it wasn't easy dating back then, and it certainly isn't easy expanding your circle of friends when you are older. I guess to some it just comes naturally, but I can't seem to find that niche I guess.

So, here I sit, thwarted yet again. Somedays I don't think it's even worth trying. But I'll try... again... someday. Maybe an end of summer BBQ... Yep, you are all invited... :)

Rella

Some websites should be terminated!

2006-09-13T12:01:00.000-04:00

Websites. Sometimes, they just tick me off. Why would you go to the trouble of creating one, if you don't update it at least yearly??? I mean, I've been searching for a few things, and found that there are websites out there that still have their "what we are doing" calendars from 2003! I mean, come on, if you have a calendar, that means that you SHOULD update it.

ARGH! It pisses me off to think that people are just "on the internet" because they think they should be, rather than actually passing on information that is TIMELY!

Just a pet peeve...

Rella

September 11, 2001

2006-09-11T18:59:00.000-04:00

I was driving by myself. About 1 hour into a 3 hour drive. I was listening to CBC radio, when they interrupted the "regular program" to broadcast what was going on. I don't think that I even remember the actual drive, just the feelings after hearing what was going on. I remember the chaos that the announcers were talking about, and I just couldn't imagine even being there. I checked into my hotel room and quickly turned on the TV. I couldn't believe that what they were describing on radio was actually true.

I was also pregnant, only a few months by then, but I was really thinking about what kind of world I was bringing my child into. Would it be the beginning of the end for humanity. Was I bringing my child into a world where I would never see him/her grow up in.

Now, 2 kids later I still wonder if I will see them grow up. I wonder how "big brother" will affect them as they grow up. I wonder if ever we will find the utopia that Star Trek predicted, or if we will only have a paranoid world where everyone is cautious and plays with their cards close to their body.

Rella

School - Yay, but oh no.

2006-09-10T22:36:00.000-04:00

Heaven help me. I'll be putting my eldest in school tomorrow. Junior Kindergarten.

And here it starts - the school events, the good things - pizza day, colouring at school, learning cool stuff, bringing home things to put on the fridge, good friends by the classfull!

But, my heart goes out for those days that will hurt him. Days that I so remember. Teasing by bullies, forgotten permission slips, friends that say mean things, falling during recess and just holding it in, hoping that nobody will notice.

Lord, I hope he grows up to be a good kid. I hope he's neither the bully nor the bullied. I hope he's at the top of his class - but not the pet. I hope he's good at sports, and doesn't get picked last. I hope that he isn't like me sometimes, but like me at other times.

I remember school fondly, but really it was the university/college days that were the best. My final years I finally figured out stuff about myself. I found friends that I "fit in" with. I found things that I excelled at. And, I figured out that guys are just guys - not the end all and be all of the world. I figured out that I can still be me, without one. There will be another guy, but that didn't mean I didn't have fun with who I was with.

God, September is such a beginning, and an end.

Rella

Chasing the spice in life

2006-09-08T13:34:00.000-04:00

I was reading Cosmo online today. (Yes, I was bored, and looking for risque stuff!). And I came upon an advice columnist (male) who kept saying that men like the chase.

So, now I'm wondering, how the heck do you keep up the chase once you are married. I mean, short of running around the dining room half naked, (which may not be a bad idea), what do you do to keep things hot?

Some women feel that once the chase is over, and the ring is on your finger, it's time to "let yourself go". Well, after 2 kids, I starting to build myself back up, and things are going well. But how do you add that spice back into your life?
Naughty lingerie? Footsies under the table at dinner? Sexy DVDs?

What is your way to get the magic going once you are in a relationship. Doesn't even have to be a relationship with a ring, but at least one that has been around for longer than 1 month!

Waiting for ideas...
Rella

Crash - and the world crumbles around me.

2006-09-07T15:45:00.000-04:00

Why is it, that when you think that you are finally up on things, the world crashes down? I mean, whether it's the movies or life, you are happily going along, and then BOOM fate decides to body-check you into next week.

I suppose it's the greatest tool that a writer can have. You know Mr. Guy is just walking along, minding his own business, and Crash!, shit happens. That's what I feel like today. Maybe it's PMS-y or something, but I keep feeling like something else is going to crash down on me. Been talking with the hubby about crap that I don't want to bring up, but it makes me feel like I'm a real moron. Bah, I gotta get out of this mindset.

Been reading stuff by Doug at Balls and Walnuts. Definately something to think about. Male doctors, actually being sexual beings. I don't know if I want to think about my doctor as someone who has those thoughts. Mostly I contemplate if my doctor thinks I'm a web-surfing, believing-it-all kinda woman. I mean, there are things that I have declined, and he's tried to scare me into doing them. Doesn't believe that I've done my homework I guess. But to think that he might be "getting off" on doing pelvic exams, or breast exams. Ewww! I mean, my mother and I have the same doctor - Ewwww! I'd be interested to know what a female doctor thinks about when dealing with women. I wonder if she's all business - I kinda tend to think so. And how many men with hard-ons has she had to deal with. Hmmm.. I smell a story there. Too bad I'm not a writer.

Ah... gotta go... laundry calls me. I'll think more on it while folding.

Rella

Of Boobs and Men

2006-09-06T11:16:00.000-04:00

Who the hell do they think that they are fooling?

I mean really?

Kris and I went to the gym this morning, and yet again, I saw the same woman working out. Hey, I have no problem for people working out, go for it!! But really. She's a beautiful girl - platinum blonde hair and thin waistline. Why the heck did she go and get size XXL boobs? Really, did she need it? She's got superlarge boobs, and a thin waist. Tell me they aren't real.. Yeahh.. right!

Who does she think that she is fooling? Who is she doing it for? Really? Do men look for a long time partnership based on boobs alone? I'd like to think that there are some men that think with other parts of their anatomy besides their groin.

I'm totally really... disgusted. She's a beautiful girl, and yet the women make fun of her, and the men ogle her. The poor girl. Do women want that kind of attention. Men looking at you for your breasts rather than the whole package?

Well, Boob-o (derrivative of Bimbo), maybe, sadly she doesn't have a brain, so the money had to go into the breast implants. I've heard her talk - I'm not sure that she can hold up her end of a conversation with a stick!

Please guys, fess up... is Boob-o the kind of girl that you look for when looking for a long-term mate?

Girls - don't you just want to slap them silly?

Somebody - say something!

Rella

It hurts so good!

2006-09-05T23:09:00.000-04:00

I have new meaning to that whole phrase... "hurts so good". I just came back from boxing... well, it wasn't boxing night, it was another martial art, but you get the idea. Not to mention that at 6am this morning, I had time with my personal trainer.

God, I'm sore.

But, really, it hurts so good. This feels as good as the endorphins after sex. Kris, you missed a good night.

Not to mention that our instructor was using pads, so that we could actually hit and connect with him, without fear of injuring the poor guy.

Poor guy... yeah... more like cute guy who participates in Mixed Martial Arts fighting.

But, this really makes me think that I might be able to handle myself if I was ever in a situation I had to fight my way out of. There is nothing like actually throwing a punch, and it landing! Awesome!

For now, I'll just enjoy the endorphins.

God, I feel good.
God, I'm sore.

Rella

Of Muses and Renaissance Men

2006-09-03T19:08:00.000-04:00

So, after hunting around, I'm not really sure that I could qualify for a muse, but I kinda felt like one last night.

According to wikipedia: The word muse may be used figuratively, to denote someone who inspires an artist.

So, I felt like a muse then... well, together Kris and I hashed out another idea of hers for a book, and man did the ideas flow that night. I can come up with great ideas, but thank God I'm not a writer. I could never put it all together. I could never add the guts of the story. That, is Kris's job.

I've mentioned before that sometimes I wake up with great ideas. I think in the shower, and come up with scenes of story lines, but then, they are gone. Sad really. I wonder if the men (and women) of the renaissance were really just that. People that had visions, but could put them down onto paper or canvas easily. I always think of them as a "jack of all trades", but some really were masters as well.

That's my big thought for the day. Keep going Kris! Can't wait till those ideas are in print. You go girl!

Rella

F*#k it, and go boxing!

2006-08-30T11:43:00.000-04:00

Okay, I went boxing. I ditched the meeting that I wasn't prepared for anyway, and boxed my night away. It's very freeing. I even got to spar with a guy. Now, that's cool. He takes it easy on me, then I let him have it. I mean, we were only doing drills, but I think that he underestimated me. No, he wasn't being nice because I was new... oh, maybe he was. But I tell ya, I love it none the less.

The instructor commented on me hitting hard. Hey, if you are going to hit, I say hit hard - make it count. I mean, I don't plan on being a professional boxer, but if I ever use this for self-defense (heaven forbid), I won't know how many shots I'll get it - so I have to make 'em count. Plus, it burns more energy! :)

On the losing weight front, things are going well, but not as fast as I'd like them to. I'm considering doing some sort of boxing or something regularly - in addition to my regular personal trainer gym sessions. I mean, I have to increase the energy output to make things happen. God, it's frustrating. I can only say that I've lost 18 pounds in total - that's from March. Things are not going that well. Only a few more pounds until 20, but I'm working for ever last one of them! ARGH!

Oh, to wish for that magic pill, but that's not possible, so I have to work it like crazy. Well, maybe I'll find some boxing somewhere. I don't mind the kickboxing, but I'd like to do something else with my Saturday mornings... we'll see what happens.

Rella

Waistline or brainpan?

2006-08-26T14:13:00.000-04:00

I must apologise. I'd love to say that I was kidnapped by local hooligans and made to do obscene acts as seen in Kris's blog today, but alas, yesterday I worked a 14 hour shift, and was just in no mood to blog at 1am in the morning. It's true, I just can't put two brain-cells together at that time in the morning.

But, glad to say that I'm back, and alive. Although I woke to a home that I had to clean from top to bottom... I have survived.

Now, I'm in a moral quandry. Somehow this past spring, I got guilted into joining the local language school board (very small) to do my part and maintain my mother tongue in my city (err.. not English). Now, I've got this meeting on Monday, as well as a GREAT boxing class that I've just been loving. The boxing class is probably only 2 more classes, and that's it. The language school board needs me too, because I have something to submit. So, is it my health or language that wins? Waistline or brainpan?

Such a quandry. I'm leaning to the boxing class, but then guilt wakes up and smaks me in the face.

Ahhh... what to do....

More later, I've gotta think about this.
Rella

Kris Starr - As you have never seen her before

2006-08-24T07:58:00.000-04:00

I'm guest blogging on Kris Starr's blog today. Here are the damning photos to go with the entry. I don't know why she let me blog. I wouldn't have done it!

Highschool Kris

University Kris

After University

Damning Contact Sheet of Photos

Thanks to Kris for being a good sport. Glad to have her as a friend. Even happier to have the negatives hidden away!
Cheers girlie!
Rella

Boxing lessons learned

2006-08-22T15:06:00.000-04:00

I swear, I'm hooked. No pun intended.

I went out boxing again last night. I loved it! I know that Kris has mentioned before that we went boxing, but this time it was even better. Oh, maybe it was a little more intellectual - if you call boxing intellectual, but I learned a lot more of the "why's" of boxing then last time.

I know a few more things...
1. As a right-handed person, I don't want to fight someone who is a lefty. That inside dodge and jab will KO you!
2. I don't want to fight a tall person. God, my shoulders are sore and the other girl was my height! I can't imagine the other team!
3. Punching "the pads" is an awesome feeling - especially when you get the right sound.
4. Getting a congratulatory glove-bump from someone when you get the right "sound", is awesome.
5. I can impress myself with how hard I hit.

I've always talked a mean streak. I mean nobody would actually come near me when we talked of "taking it outside". Girls usually don't fight unless they *know* they can take you. So, really, as I found, as long as you can talk a good talk, you don't have to back it up! Now, I can back it up!

Now it's just a matter of protecting my face. For, so long as you keep your gloves up, you are doing well. But, eventually you have to follow-through with a punch. And, that can spell disaster if the other person is faster.

Oh, and did I mention that it was our wedding anniversary yesterday? Yep, 7 years done, another 60 or 70 to go! And, hell, where is that 7 year itch? I've been getting itchy, yeah, but it had nothing to do with any other man... (and no, not crabs - get your mind out of the gutter!).

Seriously, sex can get better with age. Hey, when you got a hubby who listens to CBC, and gets distracted listening to "sex gets better with age" panel, I think you are on to a good thing. I'm just glad that he didn't get distracted and drive all the way to the "city".

Ciao for now, and smooches to my guy...
Rella

I'm drinking beer for the taste, honest... yeah...

2006-08-20T16:16:00.000-04:00

Okay, so am I getting old? Really... A night of partying, and drinking, then I'm just plain wiped... My head hurts, and the world has gotten better, but still hasn't copmletely stopped swaying. Oh the brain cells that I must have killed....

But I think that I've had enough with the drinking. I am by no means a drinker every night, but for the what...(can't even say bi-monthly because it happens so rarely)... occasional night out, I do drink like a fish. Now, I'm done. Really, what is the point? I can have fun without drinking, my alcohol tolerance is too high-so it costs too much, I don't need to chase men (I've got an AWESOME one at home), and the sex is better when you remember it the next day. Why drink?

My apologies to the younger generation who must think me mad, but... I'm done.

*holding hand up, and another to the heart...*

I solomly swear to drink for the taste, not for the ability to get drunk.
I swear to have only a few drinks when out, not a pitcher's worth.
I swear that I will not make a fool out of myself... much.

So, all in all the night was great. Our friend from Finland must have thought us crazy, but I'm figuring that drunks are universally stupid, and since she owns a bar back home, we probably weren't that different.

Thanks to all who came out, and assisted in the merriment. I'll add more at a later date, when the world stops tilting...

Ciao for now
Rella

Ah... the single life... even if it's someone else's

2006-08-19T10:55:00.000-04:00

Okay, so here I am again. Yes, back from the never-ending tasks at home and at work. I'm much better now. Crazy life got to me, and let me away from my pretty computer. Damn life!

Anyway, things are lookin' good for tonight. It's party time in the ol'town tonight! Off to supper, then drinks, then dancin' the night away at the local "over 25" club. I won't give out real place names, for fear of identification!

Anyway, thought that I would help Kris celebrate her "official" single status due to the divorce papers finally coming in. Yes, I plan on getting her severely toasted! And then, walk home to my place in the rain.(okay we may cab it!) Hey, what's a best friend to do? I have to live vicariously somehow! I'm no longer in that "single" category! So we gotta find her a hunk to dance with tonight. Even if he is from the boonies, tonight it doesn't matter! Thank goodness I'll have help from a friend from the "big city". She's joining us for drinks and dancin' tonight. Lets hope tha hunky single guys will appear tonight! Saturday should be a good night? huh?

And, yes, I have been shamelessly looking for a man for our friend Kris! Poor girl. But then again, we all fall back into the old habits - even if they started in highschool. And dag-nabbit, we will find her a man! If it kills me.... which it just might if she doesn't make a move on Mr. Wednesday Morning at the gym. I tell ya...

Anyway, I have nothing exciting to report. Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day - albeit a hungover one... I'm sure.

So, this is the question... how do you meet people? I mean, this girl is nearly a hermit at home, and doesn't get out except to go to the gym, and run errands. Where should I send her next? Does taking the proverbial "class" usually result in something. Hey some of you are writers, where to send her next? Plus, get her to say hello... argh.. that's the next step.

Ciao for now...
Rella

Kris, you can now start your commenting, and try to convince everyone that the above commentary is not true...... :)

Army Brat ?

2006-07-24T19:47:00.000-04:00

I've gone and done it... joined Boot Camp. Okay, so it's not the army, but a women's Boot Camp at the YMCA for 2 weeks to kick ourselves in the butt, and get working out. Today was day 1, and well, it's really a bunch of morning classes which you've signed up for. There was somewhere around 15 people signed up. Not bad, considering the regular 6:00AM classes only have 3-5 people in them.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that it's at 6:00AM? Not too bad, considering that I usually get up at that time anyway to head to the Y. Now I just have a doubly good reason to do so. So far so good. Tomorrow I work out with my Trainer, and then I'll attend day 3 of the boot camp... I can't wait for the boxing! But that's not until next Wednesday, with Mr. Hot Kickbox instructor. I miss my Saturday morning kickboxing, but it'll start up again in the fall.

Well, that's my update on life. Kris and I went to the bar on Friday night. Despite a second bar-dancing scene to get a coveted key, I didn't win the car. But, did enjoy chatting with a few people at the bar. Kris, we are gonna make you a "go get 'em" girl sooner or later!

Ciao for now. Catch you all later.
Rella.

I'm tired...

2006-07-18T23:46:00.000-04:00

I'm dead tired.

Honest.

After a long-weekend with kids and driving 4+ hours to a family reunion... I'm beat. Then, to top it all off, we decided to take a little 2 hour venture to visit more family. Oh yay. And we returned yesterday. But I'm still beat.

Now, to top it all off I've finally finished a die-cut for a customer. It was Alexander Keith's... :) I smile only because the .jpg on the net was wayyyy to pixleated (sp?) for my liking, so I had to suffer. I bought myself (ok, ... us) a 6-pack. I dutifully cut out the side of the box, and promptly scanned it and did the die-cut. Freakin' dear... was the most annoying thing to "trace". Thank goodness this is a one-time thing. I won't be advertising this one... It's a pain in the but to make, and I'm worried it will be the same issue when I cut it. Oh well. It'll take some time, but it'll be worth it to get it over-with!

And what am I doing now? Well, it's 11:30, and I have no idea why I'm still awake. Spent some time with Kris tonight while the kids played. I missed ya bud... mostly the girl-talk part. Gotta get out... gotta do something.

I'm looking forward to Friday. Let's hope that I get a key that fits that darn van. Even if it's an oldie... at least it will be extra cash.. maybe :)

Well, that's my contribution for today. Gotta go and get some rest. I have a tonne of work to do tomorrow, so I probably won't be getting up at the crack of dawn to work out. Durn shuks.... My body is already feeling "good sore" from the workout I got today. Thank God for Personal Trainers... now if I could only get my body to comply and LOSE SOME INCHES! Heaven help me.. I gotta do more meal planning.. like I don't do enough! Even my step mother is on Jenny Craig... I refuse to go there... I can do the food thing myslef. I gotta ... can't afford to make 2 or 3 different meals each time we sit down to dinner!

Okay, eally I gotta go.
Night for now

Rella

Yar, there be Pirates! And Coke.???

2006-07-07T12:07:00.000-04:00

Okay, so what to write about? I've got a few things bumping along in this brain of mine, and a few of them ( I guess) are write-able.

First and formost, I can't wait until Sunday. Yes, that's right Kris - mark your calendar, we are heading to see "Pirates of the Carribean". Bring your droolcups girlfriends, because those pirates will be lookin' mighty fine. Okay, so I don't know about that guy with the "living" beard, but .. err... maybe there will be a few others - other than Orlando and Johnny.

Hmm... after seeing that VISA commercial more times than I can count, I wonder if there are any good looking pirates. Or are they all "slimy/cute". You know, in a clean-you-up-give-you-a-bath-and-scrub-off-the-crud kinda way.

topic #2 - Half full coke bottles. I'm currently the manager of a store, and often I have to clean up half-drunk bottles of coke that my boss has left behind. I'm sitting here, looking over, and see one that has been there for a few days. Brings to mind that urban myth that eventually coke will eat through anything. Hmm.. Gotta wonder. I wonder how long I'll have to look at that bottle, and if I plunk in an old rusty nail, if it will clean up?

I konw of only 1 good use for coke (besides drinking and using as a mix). Washing fake blackboards. At one point I googled how to clean up my blackboard in my kitchen because it just kept streaking and now completely getting clean. Wash it with cola. Yep, it worked... except now I see brown cola streaks. It's a little gross, and I try not to think about it, but you have to suffer to have a pretty blackboard.

That's it for me. I'm finished blabbing on. Have a good weekend!

Rella

Men, Women, friends and sex

2006-07-02T21:05:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I'm doing a bit of postulating here. Kris and I were reminiscing about highschool and old friends when it hit me. A comment that I heard, that I never really believed, and still wonder if it's true.

So, for you men out there.. (hello, out there..*wave wave* yeah, you) do you think that the following is true:

"A man can never have a friendship with a woman without, at some point, tossing around the idea of sleeping with her."

So, what do you think? At the time when I heard this I thought - EWW!! no way... But now many years later I wonder. Did all those male friends consider the option of sleeping with me at some point? Did they get the idea then toss it out the window - or like my friend secretly hope for something more.

And how is it with women? Well, for me.... if there isn't the initial chemistry forget sleeping with him. (Did that once, and really didn't work out) I have to have that initial bell ringing in my head before I consider a roll in the hay.

But, really for this married woman, it's all a moot point now anyway... :) 'specially the hay. Too itchy!

Happy Canada Day! you canucks!

Rella