It made me so thankful that I live in Canada where my medicines, surgeries and basically everything health related is covered by my government. Here in Canada I don’t have to worry about having a health savings account, a place to save money for the next time I get a bad flu or need medications for a sinus infection. I’m thankful that I know I can go to the doctors, take my SONS to the doctors and not get a bill in the mail a few weeks later for their care.

Thankful, So very thankful!

This afternoon the boy next door called to see if Logan was allowed to come out and play and since I had had my coffee, and Logan had had his breakfast, I said yes.

Well, now It’s official. I can call off my OMG I’m going to go insane if I see one more snowflake emergency trip to a Cabo San Lucas vacation rentals! When Logan was done playing – and they were out for a good two hours, He came in SOAKED. And I mean SOAKED. His boots were literally dripping, I had to wring out his ski pants nad mitts and his coat had to go in the dryer it was so wet, I was worried it would n’t dry on its own fast enough.

About a week ago, I saw a facebook status from  person who lives about four hours from me, they said they had seen a live fly. Not many people get excited about flies, but let me tell you, when you live in Saskatchewan and deal with our winters, seeing a fly is the best news you can get. Flies only come out when it is warm enough – and going to stay warm enough – for them to live.

I have yet to see a fly flying around my house, but if the state of Logans’ outerwear is any indication, Spring is on it’s way!

YES!

1. Go the the garage for a smoke. There are four steps down*, which means there are four steps up. See! Easy as pie. For added benefit, bring your laptop with you, It will act as free weights!

2. Drop an important paper on the floor. The dogs will instinctively know it is important and attempt to run off down the hall to eat it. Chase the dogs. for added benefit, scream at the top of your lungs for them to stop. Screaming burns calories, you know.

3. Commit to being a coffee addict. The amount of times in a day you will have to get up to refill your cup – not to mention getting up to go the the washroom – will add up to a 5k marathon in no time! For added benefit, use cream and sugar. The extra motions of lifting the spoon and pouring the cream will also burn calories – Plus, your cup will be heavier, meaning, YAY! It’s now weight training!

4. Get the flu. NO extra commentary needed.

5. Shower daily. Most of us (hopefully) already do this daily and don’t even realize we are burning calories. Walking to the shower. Removing clothing. Finding a robe becuase you forgot to get a towel. Removing robe and hanging it up. And if you dry vigorously with a towel you are pretty much doing calisthenics right there! As an added benefit, if you choose to bathe instead of shower, add weight training to your list, after all, you have to lift yourself up out of the tub when you are done, don’t you?!

I wish you much success!

*At my house there are four steps. If you have more, please practice safe smoking and stretch first!

W showed Logan two different gift ideas, some type of lego thingy and asked him if he would pick one.  He was absolutely unable to make up his mind. Unable that is, until he saw the POS systems. As soon as he realized that the store had self check out, he grabbed a random box and we were off at a RUN for the check out. Logan’s favorite part is when we let him swipe the card into the machine.

I think I need to get myself a few bar codes and a pos system for home, then, in the morning, I could convince Logan that pants are indeed a good thing by letting him scan them before putting them on!!

I spent most of the day cleaning house, you know, doing the vacuuming, the wiping of door knobs, cleaning the toilets and making sure I found the bedding, that kind of stuff.

Tomorrow I will clean the kitchen, which is just emptying the clean dishes from the dishwasher and loading it with the dirty, and I think I will run a mop over the floors while I am at it.

After that? My cousin will be here!
While K is here I doubt I will be online a lot, My constant searching for insurance quotes will just have to wait.

Speaking of insurance quotes, the final paper we needed for our taxes has arrived so we are going to make an appointment soon-ish. I cannot wait to see what our return is this year! At least, I sure hope it’s a return and not an owing!!

Its like I have my very own fan club people. She literally follows me around clapping her hands, jumping and saying “YAY” whenever I do anything.

I tend to stay in my pajamas until at least noon most days, other days I stay in them longer. On Thursday, it was about 4 (LOL shut up, pajamas are comfy!) when I decided to get dressed. I walked to the bathroom where I had put my clothes earlier in the day, and the baby of course followed me and cheered for me when I successfully opened the door. She looked like she wanted to follow me in, so I opened the door wider and let her.

It was all fun and games, she was looking at lotions and combs and everything was going great. Riiiight up to the VERY SECOND that i took off my pajama pants and stood there just in underwear and my top. That’s becuase as SOON as my pants came off, and I mean THE SECOND they hit the floor, the baby SCREAMED. She cowered from me and screamed bloody murder. I opened to door and she literally RAN out. The minute the door was shut again? She stopped crying.

YO. I make babies cry when I have no clothes on, Sooooooo…..it might be time for me to get a nordic track or lipo or hey! I could feed the baby more chocolate then she would know what its like LMAO.

Seriously though. the timing was AWESOME. She literally cried when I got undressed. It STILL makes me giggle when I think about it!

My brother and his GF are complete morons about money. He was working the rigs pulling in 5k to 7.5k a paycheck OMG. Instead of waiting TWO FREAKING WEEKS, they would buy things, like a leather furniture set – ON CREDIT. And then not make payments.

Instead of paying bills, they would buy shit. Their two girls literally got complete wardrobes EVERY two weeks. The ate out for 99.9% of their meals, his gf thought nothing about buying three five hundred dollar purses in one day.

Then, my brothers boss, who happens to be his Step Brother (drama!) told him to do soemthing and my brother mouthed off, causing my step brother to punch him in the face. (aside – for an insubordinate to back talk the boss on the rigs is bad news, for the insub to do it in front of the entire crew, had my step brother let it go, he would have lost all respect of the crew and major problems would have started. My brother literally called my SB wife a whore and questioned their unborn child’s parentage, he deserved the punch) AHYway. My brother quit his job and moved back home.

Except. They were broke. The homeless type of broke. They had bills out the freaking wazoo and hadn’t the money to buy their baby milk.

They borrowed 1400.00 from my step mother and “even more” from my dad. I wasn’t told how much more they borrowed from dad – I think it is becuase it was an obscene amount of money. My step mother and dad also let the four of them move in, rent free, bill free, grocery free, into their house for six months so they could pay some bills and save money. They saved no money.

Fast forward to now. My brother got back on the rigs in mid January – a different rig, but still, making goooood money. They are back to their money shenanigans already. They bought a 54 inch flat screen TV last time he was home (two weeks on, one week off) as well as a complete wardrobe for their kids. God only knows what else they bought.

On February 20th me and my family all went down to dads to help celebrate my step mothers birthday, and I mentioned in passing, *in passing becuase when my brothers girlfriend told me this, she told me she had already talked to them about it* I mentioned in passing that their car would sure be full when we went to Manitoba with the girls in it.

They were all WTF? We aren’t taking the girls. I was all, yeah, J said they are buying a motor bike and driving the bike down and you said you would take the girls. (She told me that, literally, that Dad and SM had SAID they were taking the girls – that means to me, that she had talked to them, right?)

So when dad and SM found out they were buying a bike (and at this point, just to cause trouble, I also mentioned that they are buying a second car) they got PISSED. I assumed that D and J had been paying dad and SM back all the money they borrowed. Not so.

J gave my SM a 6$ winning scratch ticket and that’s the extent of the money they have repaid.

And remember, he makes five thousand to seven thousand dollars a paycheck.

SO. Today, Dad and SM dropped in on their way home, I wanted to loan my step mother Glee, becuase I loved it. They happened to stop in JUST as J was picking up the kids (Did I mention I babysit their girls?)

My dad says to J  “Hey, when does D get home?”, and she said around 330 Am tomorrow. dad told her “Have him call me, not at 330 in the morning, but tell him to call me we have to talk”

J tried to ask what they needed to talk about but dad refused to say.

I of course knew he wanted to talk to D about the money they still owe my dad and his wife, but I too, kept quiet.

Dad and Step Mother left about  5 minutes after J and about two minutes later I got a panicky phone call from my brother :

“Hey. What did dad want? Did he tell you what he wanted?”

(me) “What? your phone is really crackly – lots of static”

“Yeah I know. What did dad want to talk to me about?”

“They were here to pick up Glee”

“What?” (his phone really was very static-y)

“Glee. Its a TV show. They wanted to watch it”

“OK but what does he want to talk to ME about?”

“Oh. I dunno. Did you offer to lend them Glee too?”

Then we said out good byes and I pretty much peed myself laughing. I called my dads cell immediately to giggle that my brother was in such a panic about this and they laughed with me, because he had also called dad’s cell and dad refused to tell him over the phone.

I can just picture J calling him on her cell the minute they rounded the corner from my house, in this huge panic, and he obviously panicked as well, to be calling me and then dad like that.

Poor guy, he is gonna stress and worry about this till he gets ahold of dad when he gets home, and holy geesh, I’ m glad I’m not in his shoes!

And maybe this is only funny to me, but hearing my brother ask, so frantically, what dad wanted, and not telling him when I knew, it really amused me. They have no one but themselves to blame for the shitblast they are about to receive.

I gave my ten year old this scenario :

Hey bud. You get ten dollars for allowance. Now pretend that from every allowance, five dollars of it had to go to rent and food. Now you only have five dollars left. BUT – You owe daddy SEVENTY dollars. What are you going to do? Would you spend your five dollars on candy and toys, or would you give daddy, say… two dollars an allowance to pay him back?

He thought for a second and said, “well, I’d give him the money, ‘cus if I didn’t, it would be pretty much stealing, and also, the sooner I pay it back the better, I don’t want to owe dad money when I am like, forty! But do I really have to pay for like, rent and food? That would suck, and it might be against the law to do that. We should look it up on your computer.”

So basically, my TEN year old is more mature than my 25 year old brother!

I could advertise them on my facebook page, but I do not want family coming to my blogs. Or old boy friends for that matter.

So how do you do it? And not spammy ways either.

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We are watching a really screwed up movie right now : The gamer – have you seen it? It’s pretty new.

My ten year old is having a sleepover tonight. His friend is eleven. They are in the same class at school. But. He is eleven AND. And. I was in my bedroom just a few minutes ago and, see, the vent in my room is like WIDE open, and without trying you can hear anything said downstairs just by being in that room.

AND THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT GIRLS!

OMG. It wasn’t bad stuff, just the general ” hey did you see so and so at school the other day? ” kind of stuff, but its the start. Next thing you know my boy will be wanting to buy acne products, deodorant and razors.

Why do kids have to grow up anyway?

And you know what? Good. This weeks shopping list includes children’s vitamins on the list and kids? So freaking easily swayed. They cannot understand that the best multivitamin is not the vitamin that looks the best, and every single time it is time to rebuy the boys’ vitamins its an argument. They want the stupid gummy bears that have half as many in the bottle, cost four times as much and you have to take 3 a day instead of the normal one a day.

Kids are so easily led. Flashy packaging, cartoon characters, its annoying how easily kids fall for those marketing ploys.