Hypocrite

April 29, 2010

I should be sleeping, but Sadie is so darn cute asleep in her swing that I don’t want to wake her and I don’t want to sleep on the couch so I thought I’d blog instead.

I am constantly on Jason’s case about his need for instant gratification when it comes to new gear and gadgets. He gets an idea in his head and decides he wants something; this quickly turns in to a need and one that must be filled instantly. I am currently trying to convince him that he doesn’t need a set of custom made golf clubs (thanks Francois for planting that seed).

When I decide I want something, I usually have the cash saved from my ‘allowance’ or petty cash. But I’m just as bad as Jason when I decide I want something I want it now. I think the only reason I do better with the whole paying for it up front is I don’t start looking or really lusting for something until I have the cash to pay for it.  Also, it helps that I have very few things that I want for me. I don’t shop for clothes, I don’t really wear jewelry, and we bought all our skookum camping and climbing gear when we were single/dating with no mortgage so we’re pretty set there. Where I become a complete and total hypocrite is when I want something for my kids.

Evidence to this fact is the Phil and Ted’s stroller that I decided I wanted before we were even pregnant, or the carriers that I HAD to have and bought before Isaac was even born. Or how about the wooden blocks* I obsessed over for months before Jason just told me to order the darn things. Or the bike** Isaac will get for his second birthday that we’ve had in storage since we lived in Kingston (we’ve been in Winnipeg for over a year people).

More recent examples would be the train table * I just had to buy for Isaac (and give him for no reason what so ever, man this kid is spoiled), or the mp3 player ** I just ordered for him on line so I can (hopefully) stop playing the wheels on the bus on you tube for him ad nauseam.

So this is me the hypocrite hoping my husband doesn’t use this as an excuse to buy golf clubs on the weekend.

* Totally worth it BTW, all great toys that he has used and loved

** My hopes are high that these will be just as popular as the first toys

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I’m not holding my breath that winter is over just yet (after all it’s only March) but we had a beautiful weekend here in Winnipeg. We borrowed our friends backpack carrier and checked out a provincial park that is right near the city.  Isaac was a little sleepy from napping in the car and Bailey was having so much fun with birds and squirrels he couldn’t sit still, but we had fun. dsc_0038dsc_0040dsc_0045

Jason and I both tried the pack out as we’re hoping to do some hiking/camping this summer with Isaac and Bailey. We liked it so much we bought a new (to us) one the very next day. In preperation for our summer plans we also picked up Isaac’s first birthday gift…don’t tell him, but he’s getting his very own down sleeping bag. We’re more than a little excited to start checking out all the great parks in the area.

Forgiveness

September 12, 2008

I’m usually pretty good at forgiveness, I’m not one to hold a grudge. While this is true in my relations with other people, it is not so true with myself. Isaac and I were in a car accident yesterday, don’t worry everyone is fine, except for maybe the car. The accident was my fault, I was turning left across two lanes of traffic. The lane closest to me had four cars in it all turning left also, I didn’t see the car coming in the far lane and unfortunately we collided. I was pretty shook up by the accident, but thankful everyone was alright. Then I spent the rest of the day going over what if’s and I should haves….

Before the accident we were already parked right beside the restaurant I was suppose to join a friend at for lunch, I should have just stayed there and walked to her house.

On my way to her house I got turned around a lost, I was late and probably rushing. I know I checked to make sure it was safe to turn, I know I thought it was safe to turn; I was wrong, I should have slowed down and waited for the lane closest to me to clear so I had a better view.

What if it had been worse and some one had gotten hurt

What if Isaac had gotten hurt

so on and so forth. I know if it had been Jason in the accident I would say don’t worry about it, what’s done is done, we can’t change the past, it’s only a car, at least no one was hurt. But with myself I just keep going back to the what ifs and the I should haves. So today I’m going to work very hard at forgiving myself and rejoicing in my perfect baby boy who is fine without a mark on his precious pink skin. Today I will focus on the fact that no one was hurt.

I Died A Little Today

September 10, 2008

Literally, but wait, we’ll get to that. I think this is what they call a comedy of errors (or at least I thought it was funny).

Lets start from the beginning. While I was pregnant I bought a used Fisher Price Aquarium swing for Isaac. I made the lady turn it on and it clicked and she gave it a push, the music played; I didn’t have a baby, what did I know I thought it worked. Well I was wrong and it didn’t work, I was rather disappointed when we tried Isaac in it. After a visit with the in-laws, who had borrowed a working swing, we decided we needed one for home (it really provides me with some hands free time and can almost guarantee Jason and I can eat dinner together, unless of course Isaac is  hungry too). I found a newer used swing on Kijiji and went to go pick it up the other day. I was running late (surprise, surprise) so I asked Jason for some cash to pay for it and said I’d hit the bank on the way home to get some more cash out. I’m pleased to say the new swing works fine; unfortunately the same could not be said about the cash machine at the gas station. It was one that belonged to my bank (I refuse to pay the extra charges to use another banks machines) but it took my card and didn’t recognize it, it kept asking me to insert my card. Needless to say I high-tailed it home to cancel my client card. All this happened yesterday.

Today I went down to the local branch to get a temporary card and thus access to my accounts. I got the card without any hassels, but when I tried to use it in the bank machine it said the card was invalid. I went back to the nice young man who gave me the card and told him it doesn’t work. ‘Curious’ he said, let me have a look. He ran the card and it told him I was deceased….hmmm well that is a problem. Anyhow it took only about ten minutes to bring me back from the dead, but unfortunetly the newly reborn are not entitled to bank cards on the same day of resurrection, so I can’t get my new card until tomorrow. Thankfully the nice man realized I was indeed alive and in need of cash so he accessed my accounts for me.

Waiting

September 8, 2008

So Jason found out today that he is slotted for Winnipeg…I’m slotted for Ottawa…we’ve called the appropriate people and will just have to see what happens.

Not our morning…

July 22, 2008

…but not so bad.

Lets pretend this was posted yesterday… thanks.

Today was definitely a Monday. I had an doctors appointment in the morning and miraculously  managed to shower and have  Isaac fed and asleep in his car seat before we arrived (thanks to Jason being home for an rare 30 min between early morning PT and the start of his class). I even managed to make it to MIR (the base hospital) on time (or at least only one minute late) only to find out my appointment had been cancelled…yeah thanks for the call…oh you rescheduled for tomorrow, perfect ’cause I’m sure I can pull this off two days in a row really.

Oh well, I had to go out anyways so really not too bad. I had to run downtown to return some movies to our awesome video store with shitty parking. I managed to find a spot only a few blocks away and even had change for parking…bonus. We returned the movies without incident, but since I was downtown and had parking I thought I’d run to the bank to deposit some cash before it slipped through my fingers. I got to the bank only to realize the while I had purse and the cash my wallet was in the car…along with my bank card. Since I couldn’t deposit the cash I thought I spend it and went to a great local bakery to grab  myself a lemon currant roll…except this was the one day they didn’t have any…and I’m sure the lemon poppy loaf was excellent, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I was getting desperate and hot so I stopped into the local Macs to grab a slurpee, you guessed it machine was broken. So I slunk back to the car, tail between my legs, beaten into submission by the events of the morning. I was destined not to spend my money…even if I couldn’t deposit it. Now if my biggest complaint is that my doctors apt was rescheduled without my knowledge, I forgot my bankcard, and I couldn’t get my favorite baked good or a slush… then I guess life is pretty good. Besides, it got us out of the house 🙂

I *heart* our neighbors

July 19, 2008

It’s 27 + degrees outside and the blower motor on our furnace went last night…of course today is Saturday so to get anyone to even diagnose the problem would cost about $200. After two phone calls to companies from the yellow pages with no response Jason went next door to ask the neighbor if he could recommend anyone. Randy (our neighbor) is building a patio and another neighbor down from down the street is helping him. Said neighbor happens to work for a HVAC company…he offered to come take a look, it will cost us a case of beer. So know we know for sure it is the motor (we were only guessing before) and we can order the part. Neighbor down the street even offered to help Jason install it next week. And since we’re out AC for the foreseeable future Randy offered to open up his pool for us to take Isaac for a swim to cool off later this afternoon. These same neighbors have helped us out numerous times, letting us do laundry when the washer and dryer broke (at different times always RIGHT before company was about to arrive and it was there sheets that were dirty/wet) and other various neighborly assists. I love our neighbors…nothing beats sharing your neighborhood with good people