Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Loud music and spoons

I'm not sure there's anything cooler when you're a 6 year old than acting like crazy insane maniacs with your mom for family playtime.

Tonight I decided to kick the excitement level up a notch after mindlessly playing Beyblades and Jumbling Tower (like Jenga). I needed to pump the house full of music and teach Thanan something new. So I instructed him to go get 4 spoons from the silverware drawer and taught him how to hold onto them to play the spoons. Then I demonstrated how to do it and showed him fast and slow, soft and hard.. whatever the musical terms are.. and then I thought that we needed some good pumping beats to play them to.

My playlist was as such (and I'm telling you, I was playing it so loud I'm sure I disturbed the neighbors):

Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash
Fireflies (Thanan's request) by Owl City
Ghosts n' Stuff by Deadmau 5
Hot Tottie by Usher
Not Myself Tonight by Christina Aguilera (he didn't watch the video, but you might want to... *wink*)
and we ended with It Feels Like Home To Me by Chantal Kreviazuk just to mellow out and slow dance together.

Thanan gave up on playing the spoons within the first song, and decided to do some mad drum skills on an orange bucket with his spoons instead and then eventually, we just danced around the living room like complete idiots. Well, I looked and acted like an idiot. Thanan was just uber cool.

So much fun.
THAT'S how to parent and create a bond with your child. Offer unconditional love and tons of fun.

Jules :OD

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Flow with me

..... blank.
..... white.
..... substance.
..... miss.
..... blink.
..... sink.
..... dink.
..... pleasure.
..... stars.
..... far.
..... sparkle.
..... gem.
..... chakra.
..... balance.
..... sleep.

Well, that's it for tonight. Words. 
That was my brain's flow for 30 seconds. What's yours? 

Jules :Oj

Thursday, March 15, 2012

a poem from my brain

There once was a lady named Jesse
Who's hair looked best quite messy
She zigged it and zagged it
She spriggled and spragged it
Until she thought it most dressy.

She really was quite isolate
And wondered 'bout having a mate
She'd talk to her lover
And tried not to smother
While making a wish upon fate.

Everyday she would pray for much bliss
But sadly she would often just miss
Her man far away
And wish him to stay
And offer her one endless kiss.

The End.
Jules :Oj

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I think it's going too far.

I think that political correctness goes too far sometimes. Now, I'd like to say my piece here as simply and as quickly as I can, so for that I will use this example.

My son reads these books on a website called Raz-Kids that is directly tied to his levels of reading for his school work. He's on a new level, so today we sat together and he read two books. The first one was great, it was about season's changing. The second one made me think that I needed to write this post because the book was titled: How to Build a Snow Person.

..... does anyone else see anything wrong with that or is it just me???

Can we seriously not call a snowman a snowman anymore? For eff sakes. Really?

That. Is. All.

Jules :Owtf?

Sunday, March 11, 2012


Have I ever told you all that I have a bit of a thing with wiggly teeth and not in the good sense?

It really wigs me out to think about loose teeth. It freaks me out to see them wiggle around in there and I hate how it inevitably means that you can't keep a child's fingers out of their mouth. Not to mention the vanity aspect of losing teeth. What once was a perfect set of straight and even teeth would soon become a holey mess.

Soooo.. Thanan has his first loose tooth and I'm sort of freaking out about it. I hate seeing it wiggle, it sends chills down my spine every time and I don't even know what the tooth fairy pays for teeth anymore.When I was  losing teeth they went for like a quarter, I think. Maybe a dollar. I can't remember. I loved seeing his teeth coming in, it was awesome. But seeing them leave? Not so much.


Send help NOW, so that I don't fail at being a mom.


Jules :O(

By the way, for years I had thought becoming a dental hygienist would be a great career choice for me, considering how much I love clean straight pretty teeth. Writing this post has curbed that enthusiasm for that career. If I can't handle wiggly teeth or pulling them, I can't be a hygienist, now can I?!?!  For those of you on twitter: #whatwasIthinking

Friday, March 09, 2012

simple pleasures

Perhaps I've already blogged these photos, but I've recently fallen back in love with this top one particularly, so I'm posting it now. 

I went for a day excursion this past summer with my boys and happened upon a place of scattered rose petals in the sand along the Bow River. It was stunning. I couldn't believe I had stumbled upon this yellow petal among all the red ones as it played the role of a heart shaped dish for the sand that was pushed up inside of it by the current of the water. 

Yes, those are my footprints. I totally love footprint photos. I think they're really cool because they always look like they're in 3-D to me. The sand here was very very wet and the water was very frigid.

Someone else had drawn the heart in the sand, not me, so I obviously had to take its photo. I love finding heart shaped things in natural settings. For a long time I collected heart shaped rocks for the rock garden in my front yard. There's something a little bit imperfect about this photo that I like.

Have a great weekend, to all you commentors AND all you lurkers out there.

Jules :Oj

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Let Me Tell You About The.......

"Mom, if you don't have a penis, how do you go pee?"

"And yes mom, I was thinking... *giggles* I'm only 6 and I already have my private and you're already an adult and you don't have yours!"

"Girls have boobies and nipples."

Such sentences or statements from my 6 year old have prompted me to talk with my girlfriends about when is the right time to talk about the differences between girls and boys, the birds and the bees, etc. I thought that I could wait until he was at least twenty twelve, but it would seem not. One of my dear friends said that a friend of hers found a book when her kids were this age and read it to them. It is meant for children aged 4 - 7 years, so it's within the right age range. It's called "It's Not the Stork" and it's a detailed description of what makes a baby boy/boy/man different from a baby girl/girl/woman. It also talks about how babies are made.... and it uses real words.

So my son has been sick with strep throat the whole week and I've been home schooling him. I picked up the book yesterday and explained to him that what we were about to learn is a private matter that has to stay between family members only, and that he was not allowed to go talking to his friends at school or teachers or strangers at the park about any of the stuff I was about to teach him. So, prerequisite speech delivered, I decided to just jump into the book, and see what happened.

We got the answer to the pee question within the first few pages and then came the illustrations about what a girl and and what a boy had, front and back. Thanan was fascinated by this book and decided to end day one having covered just those 2 topics. How we pee, and what boys have... and he had a few questions about foreskin which maybe was a bit awkward for me... you know, since I don't have one and all.  Today he wanted to read on.

So at 6 years old, I read words like vagina, vulva, clitoris, sex, make love, egg cell, sperm cell, fetus, ovary, fallopian tubes and uterus to him. Ask me how uncomfortable reading about how a man's penis goes inside a woman's stretchy vagina and the hole in the man's penis releases sperm which is produced by the testicles and delivered by the vas deferens and swims up into the woman's fallopian tubes and connects with an egg was. Go ahead and ask me.


I wonder if I should just break out this song and dance around the living room happily like Mary Poppins might deliver it, or smooth like Dean Martin, the next time he wants to open the book.

Again, I wish I had Thor here to help with such a giant issue. I can only hope that I have the courage to continue educating my child. Thank God the book said that having "sex" or "making love" was only for a MAN and a WOMAN to do and made it seem only for the purpose of baby making and mentioned nothing about the actual thrill and addiction of it.

Jules :Ooy!

Monday, March 05, 2012

need your answer, please

Seriously some days I feel like I get NO time to relax.. to just sit down, put my feet up and stare blankly at a TV. Actually, I feel like this a lot.

So the question of the day is:

Is it better to have 2 or 3 really busy days where you cram all your crap in so that you can take 4 days easy, or alternate busy day/lazy day etc.?


Is it better to spread your things to do over all 7 days so that the "doing" doesn't ever end, but it doesn't seem overwhelming? 

I manage to get stuff done, but I always always feel busy. I'm lucky to have 30 - 60 minutes to myself any given day. Sometimes socializing takes up the time, sometimes maintaining family ties, sometimes work stuff, sometimes son stuff, sometimes my 2nd job, sometimes errands for the household, sometimes household upkeep (realize that last one contains probably 15 things in and of itself)... endless list.

So what are your thoughts? I'm seriously starting to think I need a spouse to help out around here and give me a reason to have down time to enjoy with.

I'll post a couple more photos, just to share. The top one is of Thanan when he was about 3, he obviously didn't get the idea of sitting on a bench. The bottom one was taken in a field just a few blocks away from my house one winter as the sun was setting. 

I should look to the calm colors of that last one and find some calm, but to me it almost makes me think of the storm that's outside right now. I do like pink/grey color combinations, though.

Jules :Oexhausted(

Sunday, March 04, 2012

scratching doesn't help...

I don't know. Sometimes I just get itchy feet and I want to go someplace I've never been. My feet have been quite itchy lately. Maybe it's because my sister keeps talking about how she's going to take a trip this summer, or maybe it's that I've seen some amazing parts of the world and had to sort through a bunch of photos recently and it reignited my hunger for experiencing a different part of the world. I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that I don't like to be just sitting here, experiencing the same old thing. It's boring. Here are some pretty photos to amp up the doldrums.

I'd love to have someone to travel with. Maybe I need to go hone in on my sisters vacation with her. Or try to convince Thor that we should go somewhere. Or just take Thanan and go somewhere I think he'll love.

I'm not sure what the solution is going to be. I had my cards read this weekend and they said I would be travelling somewhere warm with rolling countryside where I land in one destination but see a total of 3 different places while I'm there. I wonder where it will be. I wonder when it will be. I wonder who will come with me! Here's another pretty photo. Just because.

Jules :O]

In my subconscious

Ok, so last night's dreamland experience has left me completely perplexed. 3 totally different dreams. See below (listed in order of how they came to me in dreamland):

I had a dream about my sister going on several "dates" with men that wanted to be with her. They each started off like a speed date with the guy sitting on one side of the table. Each of the men seemed normal and fine until they stood up when suddenly things went wrong. They were all the right height, and their faces were all fairly decent, but when they stood up, they'd all have something quite wrong with them all of a sudden. I distinctly recall this one guy. When he stood up from behind the table he was sitting at, was half alien from the waist down and he had a giant alien vagina exposed to the world, as he was pantless. He really admired his alien vagina, and called a lot of attention to it. It sort of looked like a crazy alien forehead with slits and a hole in it, stuck right there in place of where is crotch should have been. It was all slimy and dropping this stringy slimy stuff as he walked. I just kept thinking "Nooo, I can't let Shell date this guy!" They ended up walking off together despite me thinking how awful and disturbing he was.

I also dreamed that I was living in what I thought was a mobile home but what I later remembered to be a giant motor home with an upstairs and main level, with a wood ceiling. I was living in it with a large family, and one man stood out in particular. He was REALLY old and scraggly looking and was obviously the center of the dream, other than the fact that the motor home was haunted. I never saw ghosts, but it was obviously haunted. I would come home to the motor home after working at a school all day and have to deal with the hauntings that were going on while looking after the really old guy. An ex-coworker of mine whom I'm still friends with was either living there or came to visit me often.

I also dreamed that I was at a new kind of resort where the main gimmick of the resort was a series of man-made canoeing/kayaking rivers. They were very elaborately done with concrete and tile work that was amazing, offering a tranquil serene effect, while at the same time presenting certain excitement and challenges to the kayaker. I say kayaker, because that's what I was doing, rather than canoeing. There were just endless "rivers" to kayak down, with different currents and sometimes sudden drops with mini-rapids. Nothing too scary though. I should find a way to patent that idea. I think people would totally go to a resort that offered a unique kayaking experience like that. It was set on a vast red soiled expanse and seemed to go on forever.

Be my guest to evaluate these and let me know what they meant. I looked in my dream book and still really can't figure them out. I AM quite tired, despite sleeping in, so they obviously gave me quite a restless sleep.

Jules :O?

Thursday, March 01, 2012

whud's that noise?

There's a noise. I don't know what it is. It happens every so often near my computer. It's not a click, it's not a thud, it's not a snap or a rat-a-tat-tat.

It's sort of like a whud-tick. Not a loud one either. A soft whud-tick. It doesn't happen in a pattern, as far as I can tell. It just whud-tick's when it wants to.

I first noticed it about a week ago. Prior to that there was no whudding at all. I wondered then what the whud-tick was and what the whud-tick would say if it were actually given words.

Jules :O?