Friday, September 29
Thursday, September 28
Sigh of relief and back at it again.....
I finished my math today - with a 94% average. I took a moment to celebrate and then reality hit hard when she handed me the Chemistry assignments. I hated Cemistry in High School -- but maybe that's just because I had Ms. BURN-ASS.....I flew by in the math and actually understood most of it - so I should have more faith in myself. I'm just anxious to start the real college.
Wednesday, September 27
Fire on the Street!
Watching the excitement!
A car started on fire on our street and Tim was absolutely enthralled in all the excitement. No one was hurt -- so it was very interesting to watch the firemen work. Hillary had to drive through the excitement on her way home - and was so busy looking for the hot firemen she barely noticed the fire! .....;) joking babe.
A car started on fire on our street and Tim was absolutely enthralled in all the excitement. No one was hurt -- so it was very interesting to watch the firemen work. Hillary had to drive through the excitement on her way home - and was so busy looking for the hot firemen she barely noticed the fire! .....;) joking babe.
Thursday, September 21
The hard lessons that we've learned -- are the worst to watch.
We had to make a very hard decision yesterday. We had signed Tim up for 3 sports this year -- Kung-Fu, Swimming and Hockey. After a few weeks of it, we talked and decided the best decision was to give up kung-fu. We are so used to Tim being very adaptable....and didn't expect it to go the way it did; he was very devastated. But with the time that it was taking up -- not to mention money -- we knew this was the best long term decision to make. In a few months he would have been a walking zombie and homework would have to be squeezed into non-existent time slots. And we still wanted him to have time to be a kid!
I watched his tears and wished that I could give in. I wished that I could give him everything and never have to see him cry. But what good would that be doing in the long term picture? Sure, he would be happy now -- but then he would expect the world to give him everything he ever wanted and I would have created another lazy, spoiled-rotten brat. I think the world already has enough of those. Besides, he still has Hockey and Swimming - two sports that he absolutely loves, and has already been in for years.....it's not like we are depriving him!
I took him in my arms, holding back my own tears and told him that I had been there.
I've been disappointed too, Tim.
I reminded him of a few months ago when I got the rejection phone call for a job. He saw my tears, and I told him I knew how much it hurt to not get what you want. Then, I told him when I was little I dreamed of being a ballerina....I had my beautiful pink tutu, and my pointy toe slippers. I would dance and dream and flutter and twirl. But my Mommy and Daddy couldn't keep me in Ballet - and at the time I didn't understand. And my heart was broken too.
How do I explain that we see the big picture and we want what is best for him? And that sometimes, sacrificing a few things that you want is part of really getting what you need? How do you explain that the unfairness of this world means that sometimes you only get to indulge in a few of the fun things -- not all of them? How do you explain the complexities of life that you really only learn as your childhood innocence slips away?
I don't know how.....except to say; I've been there, I've felt it, my heart's been broken too.
....and I wish that was enough to dry the tears.
I watched his tears and wished that I could give in. I wished that I could give him everything and never have to see him cry. But what good would that be doing in the long term picture? Sure, he would be happy now -- but then he would expect the world to give him everything he ever wanted and I would have created another lazy, spoiled-rotten brat. I think the world already has enough of those. Besides, he still has Hockey and Swimming - two sports that he absolutely loves, and has already been in for years.....it's not like we are depriving him!
I took him in my arms, holding back my own tears and told him that I had been there.
I've been disappointed too, Tim.
I reminded him of a few months ago when I got the rejection phone call for a job. He saw my tears, and I told him I knew how much it hurt to not get what you want. Then, I told him when I was little I dreamed of being a ballerina....I had my beautiful pink tutu, and my pointy toe slippers. I would dance and dream and flutter and twirl. But my Mommy and Daddy couldn't keep me in Ballet - and at the time I didn't understand. And my heart was broken too.
How do I explain that we see the big picture and we want what is best for him? And that sometimes, sacrificing a few things that you want is part of really getting what you need? How do you explain that the unfairness of this world means that sometimes you only get to indulge in a few of the fun things -- not all of them? How do you explain the complexities of life that you really only learn as your childhood innocence slips away?
I don't know how.....except to say; I've been there, I've felt it, my heart's been broken too.
....and I wish that was enough to dry the tears.
Tuesday, September 19
For you my Dear, Amanda.....
old friends ;)
I just got off the phone with my old friend Amanda. We've been friends since Kindergarten and once again, it's been far too long since we've talked. We made up for the many months by talking for almost 3 hours!! It's amazing how deep a friendship can be and last all these years through the changes in life and different paths we take.
She surprised the heck out of me by telling me that she is going to be a Mommy!! She just bought a beautiful house and is expecting their first baby in early spring. I am so happy for her and can't wait to meet the new important people in her life -- and of course see the belly!!
I Love you Amanda, and I'm so blessed to have your friendship all these years. You've always made me laugh through everything, and it's about damn time you became a Mom -- we're old now!!
xo J
I just got off the phone with my old friend Amanda. We've been friends since Kindergarten and once again, it's been far too long since we've talked. We made up for the many months by talking for almost 3 hours!! It's amazing how deep a friendship can be and last all these years through the changes in life and different paths we take.
She surprised the heck out of me by telling me that she is going to be a Mommy!! She just bought a beautiful house and is expecting their first baby in early spring. I am so happy for her and can't wait to meet the new important people in her life -- and of course see the belly!!
I Love you Amanda, and I'm so blessed to have your friendship all these years. You've always made me laugh through everything, and it's about damn time you became a Mom -- we're old now!!
xo J
Monday, September 18
Patience is standard.....most of the time.
Someone at my work complimented my eyes the other day, and because I take compliments just oh so well -- I said "Yep, they were a gift from my Dad! Along with my big nose, lips, ears and temper!"
I know this may be very hard for some of you to believe but yes, I have a temper.
Actually, if you know me even a little you've probably seen a glimpse of it at some point in our first 3 seconds of meeting. I've been called 'feisty' and other cute descriptions -- but really, I have the ability to blow quite easily....and it's indisputably just a bad temper.
As the previous few posts have hinted at -- yes, we bought a new car. Don't everyone fall off your chairs now, I know how hard it is to comprehend the thought of the Little's buying a new car. With it being our our 12th car in 6 years.....we should have a celebratory cake or something;
"Come celebrate our flavour of the month.....With the two most gullible people who still think just because your car is the second biggest purchase you will ever make in your life -- that it will somehow live up to the thousands upon thousands that you spend on it." Not true.....So.Not.True.
Then if this post is about our car -- you're probably wondering why I'm babbling about my temper?
Our new car is a standard.
ie. Manual Transmission.
ie. The bane of my existence.
In my mind - standard is like using a typewriter when technology has brought us the more superior computer. I want to drive and sing at the top of my lungs, be able to think about life, the day ahead or the day I've had, talk, dream, enjoy my trip.....in short; I'm not listening to the engine and the sounds its speaking to me. I couldn't care less if it needs more gas, or needs a different gear. Why was automatic ever invented if the standard was 'so much fun to drive'...'better fuel economy'...'blah, blah, blah'???
My Dad tried to teach me on his old Mazda pick-up years ago. It started out great, I was going to have fun, this time I was going to learn........it ended with me getting out a mile from our house and walking home.
The night that we bought the car this week - I drove it home from about 10 minutes outside of the city. I didn't stall or bunny hop once, I was confident and Garnet was supportive and sweet. Last night, however, ended something like this;
"BUT I WAS GIVING IT $&#*&*@&* GAS!!!!
"But you let out on the clutch too fast."
"BUT I WAS ROLLING BACKWARDS!!!!!!"
"Jess, It's midnight - on a Sunday - in Sarnia......there is no one behind you."
"GET OUT OF THE %^&%^%@# CAR, I"LL DRIVE IT HOME MYSELF!!"
"At this rate, you won't make it home tonight."
"Oh, shut up."
I know this may be very hard for some of you to believe but yes, I have a temper.
Actually, if you know me even a little you've probably seen a glimpse of it at some point in our first 3 seconds of meeting. I've been called 'feisty' and other cute descriptions -- but really, I have the ability to blow quite easily....and it's indisputably just a bad temper.
As the previous few posts have hinted at -- yes, we bought a new car. Don't everyone fall off your chairs now, I know how hard it is to comprehend the thought of the Little's buying a new car. With it being our our 12th car in 6 years.....we should have a celebratory cake or something;
"Come celebrate our flavour of the month.....With the two most gullible people who still think just because your car is the second biggest purchase you will ever make in your life -- that it will somehow live up to the thousands upon thousands that you spend on it." Not true.....So.Not.True.
Then if this post is about our car -- you're probably wondering why I'm babbling about my temper?
Our new car is a standard.
ie. Manual Transmission.
ie. The bane of my existence.
In my mind - standard is like using a typewriter when technology has brought us the more superior computer. I want to drive and sing at the top of my lungs, be able to think about life, the day ahead or the day I've had, talk, dream, enjoy my trip.....in short; I'm not listening to the engine and the sounds its speaking to me. I couldn't care less if it needs more gas, or needs a different gear. Why was automatic ever invented if the standard was 'so much fun to drive'...'better fuel economy'...'blah, blah, blah'???
My Dad tried to teach me on his old Mazda pick-up years ago. It started out great, I was going to have fun, this time I was going to learn........it ended with me getting out a mile from our house and walking home.
The night that we bought the car this week - I drove it home from about 10 minutes outside of the city. I didn't stall or bunny hop once, I was confident and Garnet was supportive and sweet. Last night, however, ended something like this;
"BUT I WAS GIVING IT $&#*&*@&* GAS!!!!
"But you let out on the clutch too fast."
"BUT I WAS ROLLING BACKWARDS!!!!!!"
"Jess, It's midnight - on a Sunday - in Sarnia......there is no one behind you."
"GET OUT OF THE %^&%^%@# CAR, I"LL DRIVE IT HOME MYSELF!!"
"At this rate, you won't make it home tonight."
"Oh, shut up."
Saturday, September 16
Aaaaaawwww!!!
I got an email from Tim's Kindergarten teacher this morning. I have mentioned before how amazing and special she was to us. We both feel that Tim was blessed to have such an amazing start in his school years. We miss her this year - she will be a hard teacher to match!! He is adjusting soooo well to Grade one - he got a special prize yesterday for being "caught" listening and doing his work. And just seems to be soaking up the new information that he is fed everyday!
Anyways, his Kindergarten teacher wrote me a little note this morning and brought me to tears. She says that she is thrilled that he still comes up to her in the school yard because he is special to her. She then told me and sent a picture of a little guy that reminds her of Tim in her class now;
"I wanted to tell you that I have a little boy who reminds me so much of Tim in his unique and wonderful personality. He makes me laugh every day!! I feel very fortunate to have this little boy, as all teachers need a "Tim" in their classroom!"
We as parents can easily see our child's special and unique qualities -- it warms my heart when someone else (who is so important in shaping and guiding him as well) can see them and help him grow and thrive in his uniqueness as well!
I'm such a cry baby.....and a proud Mommy!
Anyways, his Kindergarten teacher wrote me a little note this morning and brought me to tears. She says that she is thrilled that he still comes up to her in the school yard because he is special to her. She then told me and sent a picture of a little guy that reminds her of Tim in her class now;
"I wanted to tell you that I have a little boy who reminds me so much of Tim in his unique and wonderful personality. He makes me laugh every day!! I feel very fortunate to have this little boy, as all teachers need a "Tim" in their classroom!"
We as parents can easily see our child's special and unique qualities -- it warms my heart when someone else (who is so important in shaping and guiding him as well) can see them and help him grow and thrive in his uniqueness as well!
I'm such a cry baby.....and a proud Mommy!
Thursday, September 14
Sunday, September 10
Canada's Wonderland
Yay!! We're here!!......FINALLY! Like my cool 3D glasses?
Klockwerks
Pirate Ship
Taxi Jam
Bumper Cars were his favorite!!!!!
The Fly!!! (Wasn't scary enough for Tim ;)
The Golden Pizza!
This trip was planned about 4 times this summer -- and we finally went on Saturday. It was a gray gloomy day and we weren't sure if the rain was going to hold out - but it was the last possible day that we could have gone. Tim and I had to buy Wonderland Sweatshirts - because we were frozen and not well prepared.....Garnet toughed it out. The good thing about bad weather is that the line ups were not too crazy and we didn't have to wait long for many of the rides. Ironically, this was the weekend that Garnet and I met 8 years ago....it wasn't planned that way but forced us to sentimentally reminisce.
Klockwerks
Pirate Ship
Taxi Jam
Bumper Cars were his favorite!!!!!
The Fly!!! (Wasn't scary enough for Tim ;)
The Golden Pizza!
This trip was planned about 4 times this summer -- and we finally went on Saturday. It was a gray gloomy day and we weren't sure if the rain was going to hold out - but it was the last possible day that we could have gone. Tim and I had to buy Wonderland Sweatshirts - because we were frozen and not well prepared.....Garnet toughed it out. The good thing about bad weather is that the line ups were not too crazy and we didn't have to wait long for many of the rides. Ironically, this was the weekend that Garnet and I met 8 years ago....it wasn't planned that way but forced us to sentimentally reminisce.
Thursday, September 7
Hillary's Vacation from us ;)
Garnet trusting Hillary for the road trip.....just showing her how to check the oil
Are they in need of a break from eachother or what???!!!
Hilsy went up to North Bay for a few days for Dana's wedding!!! She brought our car and big hugs for Dana and Andrew!!
Are they in need of a break from eachother or what???!!!
Hilsy went up to North Bay for a few days for Dana's wedding!!! She brought our car and big hugs for Dana and Andrew!!
Grade 1
Tim LOVES grade 1 -- and guess what? "We don't have to do tests everyday, Mom!"
The "I'm so cool - I'm in grade 1 now" look
The shirt says it all ;)
Aunt Hillary picked out this special shirt. The new era of me working on the weekends brought a new experience: Daddy, Tim and Aunt Hillary got to go school clothes shopping in the states - while I worked. Don't worry, I'm still enjoying the job - and not regretting it at all.....and I think they did quite well, although you can't really go wrong at Old Navy. I just love shopping and was a little sad that I missed it ;(
The "I'm so cool - I'm in grade 1 now" look
The shirt says it all ;)
Aunt Hillary picked out this special shirt. The new era of me working on the weekends brought a new experience: Daddy, Tim and Aunt Hillary got to go school clothes shopping in the states - while I worked. Don't worry, I'm still enjoying the job - and not regretting it at all.....and I think they did quite well, although you can't really go wrong at Old Navy. I just love shopping and was a little sad that I missed it ;(
Saturday, September 2
Bu-Bye
My last day at the Y was a reminder of the things I did love about that job; the relationships that I had developed with so many of the moms and kids! They showered me with flowers and cards and hugs....I even got a cake!
awwwww......I feel loved ;)
awwwww......I feel loved ;)
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