An Apology

This is an apology post.

I messed up.

The other day I posted about coming home to a messy house and having to clean it up. I also posted about having to do housework and get the kids up and ready for school while hubby doesn't.

I crossed the line. Hubby is upset. This post is not an apology to hubby - I need to do that in person. This is an apology to anybody who knows him who read the last post. You know how great he is. I do too. We're all lucky to know him.

I never meant to cross any line. This post was supposed to be fun, but in stead of fun, it became selfish and hurtful to hubby. I never meant for that to happen.

I didn't write it in a huff or anything. I was laughing inside (in a loving way) while writing it.

I'm fairly new to this whole blogging thing and I think I let my imagination take over and spew into public reading. I got caught up in the writing part (I was never a good writer) and when I'm on a roll, I get excited about it.

I'm not sure how he found out about this post. It's not secret or anything, but that's irrelevant. I invite him to read my posts. I want him to be proud of me.

So in an effort to try to amend my idiotness, I just want you all to know how wonderful hubby really is and how happy I really am in my little world.

I have the best hubby ever. He's also the worlds best Dad (next to my own of course :D). He does so much to provide for our family and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm quite private in my posts - I don't name names. I want my blog to be fun - good and bad fun (if that makes sense) but not hurtful to anybody. I'm not that type of person.

In an effort to respect the fact that he's not really into social media and doesn't really want to be "out there", (I'm totally cool with that)  I'll leave it at that as far as the message about how great he is.

Sometimes in life you screw up. I guess that makes us human. It's what you do to learn from those mistakes that matter. I'm not perfect - far from it. This isn't the first screw up and it won't be the last.

Hubby I love you.

I saw a spider THREE FEET LONG

This morning I walked into our gym/computer room to grab my jacket and saw the most ENORMOUS spider ever. This thing was about five feet long, and four feet high - seriously.

How in the name of all things cute and cuddly am I going to get my jacket out of this room.

Thinking in a whisper...cuz that makes all the difference:

"Maybe if I tiptoe quietly it won't see me and laser me with it's x-ray eyes."

Oh my God it's looking at me.

Kid comes in: "Hey mom, where's my.."

Me whispering in a yell: "SHSHSHSHSHSHSH, you have to whisper or It. Will. Hear. You"

OH MY GOT IT MOVED. IT MOVED. IT MOVED.

Inside voice: "I don't have time to vacuum it up; I have to get to work." (yes I really do vacuum spiders up but this one won't fit through the nozzle because it's SIX FEET LONG!)

Oh no. WHERE WILL IT BE WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK?!?!

That's it, I'm never stepping foot inside that room again...which is right next to my bedroom so potentially the spider could venture into that room, so I'm never stepping foot inside my bedroom again.

Crap, this is really giving me major anxiety. I mean this is one of those people-eating spiders with large fangs, and front legs that can grab you when you wander into a room to get your jacket.

See look how HUGE it is...right?

Did I mention I HATE spiders?

The Buzz About Me

What was the best vacation you have ever been on?
Well it's a place I've always wanted to go to and it's fairly close to home, all things considered. Gettysburg, PA. I've always wanted to go and finally did two years ago. It was very moving.

What was the first amusement park you ever went to?
Disneyland when I was about 6/7. Road trip with the family in the Pinto station wagon.

What is something you are allergic to?
House cleaning and ironing.

What was one kind thing someone did for you today?
Co-worker told me my butt looked cute in my jeans

What time is it right now where you are?
Wine time.

If you could choose to be any color in the crayon box, which one would it be?
Fire Engine Red

Whats your favorite quote?
Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.

What was your high school mascot?
Saber Toot Tiger. (Sutherland Sabers)

Are you a left brain or a right?
Whatever part isn't hungover.

Vampires or Zombies?
Vampires.

Okay I Gotta Defend Vancouver Fashionistas

So in case you didn't know, Vancouver scored 3rd on the worst dressed city list next to Maui and Orlando, thanks to GQ Magazine's view of our famous yoga fashion wearing citizens.

It seems that Lululemon pants, seen on most ladies backsides strutting down Vancouver streets, are a fashion no-no.

According to GQ Magazine, we wear our Lulu pants all the time, to the store, running errands, etc. And not only that, many bottoms don't really look great in these tight fitting yoga pants...okay that's a fair statement, I agree.

Apparently, we're also wearing these totally comfy pants to work in offices. Okay another fair statement...keep the yoga gear out of the office space unless you're heading to the gym at lunch.

But I feel that I have to defend us yoga gear wearing "fashionistas".

Maybe for many of us it's not a matter of choosing this gear as an outfit to wear in places where perhaps a nice pair of jeans would be better suited. Perhaps we're actually wearing them for, oh you know...

EXERCISE?!?!

I think I speak for many of us. If you're finished at the gym, or doing your workout, and on your way home you need to hit the Safeway for some groceries, you're not about to go home, do a quick change, then go right back out again. You have seen the price of gas, right?

And on that topic, this is Vancouver. We're a very fit city. Have you seen it? We've got plenty of running/walking areas, hikes, mountains to climb, yoga studios to go to. And I have heard that we're known for our very pretty (a'hem - blush) ladies. Perhaps that's because we don our yoga gear and exercise in it.

Namaste. It's time for my Shavasana.

Paranoia is really stressful

Okay, there I admit it...I'm paranoid to the max.

Sometimes I wonder if perhaps I'm too paranoid. Is that possible? My motto is prevention when at all possible, because who wants to deal with the alternative if there is no prevention.

I keep my children on a pretty tight leash...literally. So much so that I sometimes wonder what the heck other people are thinking when they don't. I always have my kids in my sights (I've been known to walk backwards just to keep an eye on them).

Last week two unique things happened that had me wondering...

When I was walking along Vancouver's Coal Harbour, I was at a spot where there is a 10 or so foot drop from the ledge down to the rocks below (depending on tide height) - no barrier or wall AT ALL. A lady and man were walking with a stroller and their two (approx) year old girl walking, mom pushing the stroller. While they were arguing about something, the girl was walking TOO close to the ledge and they had no idea about it. One small slip and kid over board.

Uhm hello!! I was so tempted to do something, walking in front of the kid, interrupting the parents, anything because all of a sudden I could see in my mind a kid falling over the ledge, head smashing on the rocks below, or drowning....and next thing I know it's my kid's faces I'm seeing.

The other episode happened when I was walking home from work and involved a mother and her 8 (approx) year old daughter roller blading along the Stanley Park sea wall entrance on Georgia. The girl stopped to look at the Canada Geese and the mom kept on going. As I was walking - I slowed down - I kept looking back...mom is still going, girl is still looking, mom is getting farther away, girl is still looking, mom is getting to a busy intersection to cross...girl is still looking at geese...

HELLOO, do you know where your daughter is (in my mind she's being yanked into a car and abducted...and of course again the faces of my kids are in play).

I've always accused hubby of not paying attention to the boys when they are all walking. In Germany I deliberately held the boys back while hubby kept going in a busy area of Munster. And of course to prove my point, he finally turned around and didn't see us and started worrying. WHAT IF I WAS NOT THERE!?!?!?!?!?!

I see this all the time. It takes no time at all for your kid to be picked up and taken and lost in the crowds in the arms of a stranger never to be seen again. It kills me to think of this happening.

I know I'm a bit judgy at times and bad things happen to really good people. I hate that. Some things aren't preventable and you let your kids out into the big bad world and hope and pray for the best. But sometimes what I see is totally preventable - people just need to pay more attention.

Ya, I'm paranoid!

Seriously... STOP!!!

Okay here's what I don't get, and it's been bugging me for a while whether the kids are in or out of school, but really had my blood boiling the other morning when I was trying to help my kids cross the street to walk down to school...

Why do cars NOT STOP at a marked cross walk when there are children trying to cross the street?

It seems like it shouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out:

• 8:30 in the morning...check
• Sept. 7 first day back at school after labour day...check
• Two schools in the neighbourhood that if you're driving along the street you probably know about...check (if you don't you're an idiot)
• Children walking with large backpacks hanging off their backs...check
• Same children stopped at a marked cross walk....

Uhm, so the answer would be STOP YOUR F%&!#ING CAR to let the kids cross the street?? I don't know, seems like the correct answer to me.

Unlike some of my American friends, in my neighbourhood we don't use school buses, in fact the only school buses that I know of are for private schools. It's just not done here. We have sidewalks EVERYWHERE and they get used. (No offence to my American friends, I'm just stating a fact - love you all)

Kids walk, ride their bikes/scooter (lazy one's get a ride three blocks - pathetic) to school. It's what we do.

So why is it that I have to stand out in the middle of the road with my arms out, screaming like a lunatic for the cars to stop (embarrassing my 12 year old...yes apparently I have to help my 12 year old cross a street so he doesn't get hit) making a complete ass out of myself, with a mini van bearing down on me, then slamming on the breaks, tires skidding (so....you weren't going to stop I guess??).

I'm at a loss here folks. I quite simply don't get it.

The Buzz About Me

1. Have you ever quit a bad habit?
Nope. Never smoked, never did drugs, and only drink socially so unless using "like" in my sentences is a bad habit...

2. What is the most unique or exotic animal you have owned?
Guinea Pig named Smudgie. Little bugger chewed EVERYTHING!

3. What kind of computer do you use?
Use? Or sit staring at wondering how to use? LOL Dell something or other

4. What was/will be the color scheme at your wedding?
Was soft yellow

5. What was the last song you heard?
Linkin Park New Divide

6. What is the city/town you live in most famous for?
Let's see...Stanley Cup riots x 2 (1994 and 2011), and best Winter Olympics ever

7. What kind of person were you in high school?
Complete introverted dork

8. What is your lucky number?
Hopefully one that wins me the PNE show home

9. If you had to go 30 days eating only one thing, what would you choose to eat?
Chocolate or wine...chocolate or wine....AHAHAHAHA I can't choose!!!!

10. What is your favorite Bath & Body Works scent?
If it's got lavender in it, I'm wearing it