Thursday, August 20, 2009
A Slumber Party
I was usually 12 and they involved crying over the guy in Grease II and not watching Children of the Corn. I seem to recall some games of truth or dare which always ended up with someone asking someone else if they'd gotten what comes at the end of a sentence yet.
Ah, the cusp of puberty. Good times.
The slumber parties in my teens were usually to celebrate someone's birthday. The talk changed from who was already wearing a bra to who we were madly in love with. (A lovely shout out to my dear friends who never riled me about my love for Ralph Macchio.)
And then we graduated school. No more slumber parties and no more pining for dear ol' Ralph. We all grew up. Moved on. Got jobs. Got married. Had kids.
I moved on to supervising a whole lot of slumber parties with not a lot of slumbering, let me tell you.
Today that all changed. The Princess, The Monkey and I had a slumber party tonight. The living room is proof. A double mattress lies across the floor, smushed between the fireplace and coffee table. Junk food litters assorted tables. Bits of popcorn are on the floor. Two little girls are finally slumbering, with stuffies tucked up under their chins. Hannah Montana has mercifully finished singing the blues and there is very little dill pickle dip left.
The Princess and The Monkey sure like that stuff.
And me? I am putting off slumbering. My bed is calling out to me, but that kind of breaks the spirit of a slumber party. My aching joints are taunting me and trying to convince me that if I just set my alarm for 5 am, I could slink downstairs and park myself on the couch with the girls being none the wiser.
But I'll tough it out. I'm brave like that.
Tune in tomorrow when there will be much whining and gnashing of teeth due to lack of sleep and junk food detoxing. Plus I have a feeling I'll have a tip or two on pumping up a deflating air mattress in the dark at 3am.
'Tis the stuff that summer memories are made of.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Ahhh.....A Griswold Summer.
It's my fault. I'll take the blame for this one.
I should have known better. In fact, I DID know better and I did it anyways.
Yes. I signed The Princess up for swimming lessons at the local outdoor pool.
I'm really sorry I caused it to rain.
Yes! I know! I know! It was 30+ degrees out the day before her lessons started. I'm aware that summer had arrived and you were all enjoying your tanning and flowers and dinners on the patio.
But I just wanted her to learn to swim. Her dad runs an aquatics facility, for crying out loud. We have old time lifeguards come over for dinner.....word was going to get out that his 7 year old was not on the junior Olympic swim team yet.
It was the peer pressure that made me do it.
Ya. That's it.
And in my defense, I DID try to save your summer and sign her up for lessons indoors. But they were full.
Stop looking at me like that! I know I'm a Mahoney aka Griwold . I knew that I was taking a risk. And now I'm paying the price.
And so are you. Two weeks worth of crappy weather minus the weekend. 'Cause, there are no swimming lessons on the weekend.
Sorry.
And while I'm at it, I want to take this opportunity to apologize to the lovely people of Osoyoos. I'm sorry that the weather will be awful up there next week. But again, I couldn't help myself. I got all caught up in the thought of a nice family vacation on the lake and failed to think about you.
It was wrong.
But chances are we'll be paying for several of your mechanics' getaways to somewhere warmer, so that even out the ol' karma.
You take Visa, right?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Summertime, Summertime, Sum Sum Summertime....
Take 2....blogger hates me today. I don't know why it won't take off the draft I was working on while supervising many children, putting up with assorted teenage angst and does anyone want to tell me why blogger decided that hitting the enter key meant 'publish' and not going down to the next line? It's like blogger and I had a fight that I had no idea ever happened and it's seeking its revenge in the backhanded catty way of a snotty girl.
I flipping need a beer.
Top Ten Ways I know Summer is Here - Take Two
10. The Princess set up an Iced Tea stand today.
9. The ice cream truck has started its hourly drive down our street causing every child in a two block radius to start screaming and begging their mother for 3 bucks to buy Dora on a stick.
8. I only had to pack The Husband's lunch today.
7. Linda and the twins are out. A lot. (If you're not from my neck of the woods....oy, you don't want to know.)
6. I found sand in the kitchen sink.
5. Assorted children are whining at me about wanting to play at the beach.
4. The Monkey asked to wear her popsicle dress.
3. I counted the number of days until school starts. 73.
2. I counted the number of beers in the fridge. Not enough.
....and the #1 reason I know summer is here....
1. I just contemplated buying this:

I'd look like that in 30 days.
Uh huh.
Well, with stretch marks past the navel.
Whew. Take two was hard.
I'm glad I had already deleted what I had written about reading a book on fasting while eating a bologna sandwich on white bread. It was bad.
I need to get a grip. I've got 72 days left to survive.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Summer Accomplishments
I always have grandiose thoughts of accomplishing vast amounts of stuff at the the beginning of summer. Then Labour Day comes in the blink of an eye and it feels like all I managed to do was not have Social Services stop by for an unscheduled visit.
So, while I'm being forced to listen to ABBA and watch various Webkins dance (please don't ask....it's really not how I envisioned spending my Sunday mornings when I was in my youth, not to mention the oddity that Kaitlyn has ABBA on her iTunes playlist, and I didn't get to finish my coffee as Keeley decided to wash her hair scrunchies in it when I went to the bathroom....I'm a tad irritable.)
Where was I?
Oh, ya. Accomplishments. Yes. What did I accomplish this summer?
Perhaps another list.
Top Ten Things I Accomplished This Summer of 2000 and 8.
10. I bought a new journal. I've written in it twice. One of the entries doesn't have swear words in it.
9. We went camping. Albeit in an ARRRVEEEE, and we made s'mores in the microwave, but it still counts.
8. I cleaned up the wasteland on the side of our house and made it look all pretty and presentable. The neighbours really didn't have to stand outside and clap, but it was a nice touch.
7. I read the entire Twilight series. I know. I know. Don't yell at me. But Edward is just so dreamy and if you were going to fall in love with a Vampire, you'd want him to be just like Edward. Not like one that would kill you or something. That would have made for a quick book. Did I mention that the kids were up at 6 am and I haven't had much coffee?
6. I read the entire Anne of Green Gables series. Yes, I've read them several times, but just love them and wanted to experience the thrill of Anne realizing that she DOES love Gilbert after all. Dreamy sigh.
5. I visited almost every park in Maple Ridge.
4. I recovered the diningroom chairs. Hmmm. Maybe I did that in June. Crap. I posted about that too, so I'll get caught in a lie if that's the case. Hang on.
No....all good. That was in July.
3. I got to witness my husband compete in the Provincial Lifeguard Championships after being in retirement for 10 years. In the humble words of Arthur Hoggett, "That'll do, Heath. That'll do."
2. I didn't kill either dog.
and my #1 accomplishment for the Summer of 2008......
1. I drank 86 beer.
Not all at once.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The Albion Ferry
These people take the Albion Ferry 2x per calendar year. With no children. Sipping a margarita. After coming back from a trip to Europe. Holding a winning million dollar lottery ticket in their hand.
The Albion Ferry should not be taken with 6 children, with a four sailing wait, with millions of mutant mosquitoes that can smell human blood through the window glass, and with two 13 year old boys sweating profusely in the back of a minivan....that has the windows closed....because of the mutant mosquitoes. In the summer.
Just putting that out there.