30 More Sleeps

Did you realize that there are only 30 more sleeps until Christmas day. THIRTY DAYS. WTF? Where in the world did the time go? This afternoon I found myself singing along to Christmas songs on the radio at work.

And did you notice that the stores had Christmas shit out before Hallowe'en? And for god sakes, there are people out there who have turned on their Christmas lights and inflated the Grinch in the front yard. I have no complaints against people who want to put their lights up while the weather is still nice but do you have to fucking turn the lights on? It's still NOVEMBER.

PEOPLE, IT'S STILL NOVEMBER!!!!

Yeh, I guess you've noticed that I'm a bit bitter and angry. Live with it.

WOOT!

I bought a laptop today.

This may or may not mean that I will be posting more.

How? How? HOW?

Why am I just discovering David Sedaris now? Where have I been?

I LOVE HIM.

That is all.

Thanksgiving

Sometimes it's difficult to remember to be thankful.
Sometimes all that comes to mind is all the horrible things that are happening in your life.
Sometimes all the blackness envelopes you and encompasses everything.
Sometimes it's a struggle to get through each day.
Sometimes you think "why me?".
or
"why her?"
"why did my mom have to die?"
"why did my life have to change so irrevocably?"

Sometimes there are toxic people in your life.
There are people that suck the goodness out. They manipulate, they cajole, they cunningly inquire while in their next breath gossip about you.
There are situations out of your control. There are situations that are beyond your grasp. You do the best you can and sometimes feel like you are only keeping your head above water.

And then you need to step back and take a breath.
To take stock of your life.
To fully appreciate all the goodness in your life.
To know that you love and are loved by the people that matter.
To know that no matter what happens, you will survive.
You will overcome all that is happening and emerge on the other side, a stronger and hopefully better person.

And there are good people out there.
People that you may see every day. Or some that you never see but always keep you near in their hearts, thoughts and prayers.
You need to be able to distinguish from the good and the bad.
But sometimes it's not so black and white.
Life is not black and white.

Remember. Everyone has a story. Everyone has something going on in their lives. Be it the cab driver who has a Ph.D from their mother country. Or the lady sitting on the bus next to you who is struggling to support her family. Or the man walking in front of you who is wondering how he is going to pay his next mortgage payment. Or the girl serving you coffee who is one paycheque away from living on the streets.

Be thankful for what you have.
Be a better person. Strive to be the best person you can be.
Know in your heart that you fall asleep every night that you've done all that you can do to make this world a better place.

I am thankful for my family.

So Cold.

Really? Snowing? Now?

I give up.

2 Years & 3 months

Honestly I don't know exactly how tall he is. He can open the door, does that help? He's still only 26 pounds and after more than a year at this same weight (give or take a pound), I don't see that changing anytime soon. I have to tell ya, those elastic sizers in the waistband of the pants are a GOD sent. Otherwise, he'd still be wearing 12 month old pants with a hem that ended at the knee. Or I'll have to make his clothes a la Carol Burnett, I think the old curtains would make a lovely pant suit.

You know, I can't believe that September is over already. It's like "where did the year go"? What happened to the beginning of the year? What have I been doing? I don't remember alot of the beginning of the year. Not sure if that's normal or not during the grieving process but really, alot of it is a complete blank. Sad.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. John. He's a bundle of energy. He's such a good boy and so laid back and easy going. He's amazing. I kid you not. Really, I'm not trying to blow smoke up your @@@. But by some weird luck of the draw, we have a really easygoing child. And this makes us very very scared of his future teen years! Don't get me wrong, sure he cries and has temper tantrums but they are quite few and far between. I'm in no way saying that it's because we're super duper parents with awesome parenting skills, cuz c'mon, you all know us...we're not.

Look who has better computer skills than Steven.

Taking a break from watching Elmo.

I love this picture.

Fashionista

He's true fashionista.
On the cutting edge of style.

Just like his mama.