Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Tessa... what did you put down the toilet?

   We're renovating our upstairs bathroom, and we have been relying on our tiny powder room on the main floor as our only toilet in the house.

   Last week, the toilet in the powder room started to flush differently.  It was all at the same time as Greg and his uncles were changing where some of the piping that was going to our upstairs washroom was, so I thought that it was because of that.  Then I started to hear rumbling from my older kids that Tessa had put something down the powder room toilet.

   So I asked my two-year-old Tessa if she flushed anything down the "big girl toilet".  She nodded and looked really guilty.  I continued to get information from her, asking what was flushed.  She then said, "I flushed my coelophysis down the big girl toilet.  It's gone Mommy!"  Hmmmm I was amazed by the fact that she named the specific, not-so-well-known dinosaur species that was caught in the plumbing.  It made me laugh and will soften the blow a little when I'm paying the plumber to go on a coelophysis search and rescue mission.

A coelophysis - we have one loose in our plumbing at the moment

Saturday, 19 December 2015

My letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I have been on the nice list for most of the year – with a few slips into naughty territory including, but not limited to the times where I frosted 2 cakes which would be considered inappropriate for children,  kidnapped a goldfish at a stag and doe – who was about to be sacrificed in a party game, surface stitched a naughty word into a blanket that I included as a gift in a grown-up gift exchange, completely forgotten about my toothfairy duties on multiple occasions, and eaten what would be considered a gluttonous amount of peanut m &m’s.  

My latest request comes after an evening run this past week.  I have been using a very ineffective headlamp during my evening runs, and I have always thought that I was using old batteries, and that’s why my headlamp would lose its light during the run.  On this particular run, I opened a fresh pack of name-brand batteries, and loaded up the headlamp (ready for a bright run on the trails).  It started off that way.  I turned on the lamp, started the run, and within 3 minutes the headlamp was just a pathetic glowing dot that would be less powerful than a glowstick.  I had to rely on Steve’s super-bright “portable sun” headlamp to lead the way.  That’s all well and good, except if Steve took his focus off the trail in front of him, I would have no light in front of me (which for someone who is used to being able to see where my feet are going on a trail, having the trail suddenly disappear in front of you is terrifying).   So after that run, it was obvious to me that I needed a headlamp with the ability to last longer than 3 minutes, and ideally a rechargeable, high powered device that’s on the small-side.  Steve’s is the Black Diamond Sprinter model – Andrew thought it was the best company ever (making both cheese and headlamps).  Something like that or better would be great.  Then I wouldn’t have headlamp envy anymore.

And while we’re on the topic of Steve, please get him a device that gives him a small electric shock every time he uses a bad pun.  Make it subtle – maybe a reflective ankle strap with anti-pun technology.  That would be very appreciated.

My last Christmas wish is for this lingering knee issue to resolve itself soon.  I need you to use some of your Christmas magic, and make it disappear.  It has been around and making my runs awkward for a long time, like that friend that doesn’t get the hint to go home from a party, and we end up just staring at each other as I try and send messages that the party has ended.  So listen-up knee....the party has ended – time to go home.  Maybe Santa can take you back to the North Pole to live out the rest of your days in the chilly arctic.  I heard it’s beautiful up there.

      Thanks for considering my Christmas wishes, and I hope your deliveries go smoothly on the 24th