Hot Date

We had a hot date last night, courtesy of my sister. We went to Bish World Cuisine on the waterfront. You can read about the details here. I think I was a little uncomfortable at the restaraunt because it was so fancy. All the other diners were like 50 years old, with expensive looking clothes and nice jewelery. The parking lot was full of way nicer cars than ours. (We drive an Elantra) I felt a little inadequate, especially with my broken glasses on. They kept sliding down my nose making me feel very self-conscious. The dinner was very nice, however. Probably won't go there again though. I think if we wanted to do a fancy dinner again we would pick the Himachi House instead, which is right across the courtyard.

After the dinner we went to a movie. Much more our speed, (although we may have been a little overdressed!) We went to see Night at the Museum in Imax. Really good movie. We want to be sure to get that one on DVD. It was really funny, and highly entertaining. Ben Stiller was playing himself, essentially. He played the same character he plays in Meet the Parents and Something about Mary, that kind of bumbling, unfortunate character who keeps finding himself in uncomfortable situations and likes to lord it over small animals. The best part of the movie was the byplay between him, Owen Wilson as the tiny cowboy, and the tiny Roman Centurian. Those were definitely the best parts.

Not much went on here this week. I worked some more extra hours last week but I think I am going to relax a bit this week as I am becoming burnt out. So no extra hours. Maybe the next week. I hope I worked enough hours because I am going to have to finally break down and go to the eye doctor. Ian broke my glasses a few weeks ago, so I have been wearing really old ones I bought in 1998. They are so old and brittle one of the nose pieces broke off and so they are all lopsided. So hopefully at the end of the month I will be able to go. We are covered for a portion of my eyewear and optometrist but I do have to pay up front and that is a lot of cash to come up with when we are on such a tight budget. However, this is an emergency, so to speak, so I guess we will have to do it.

Oh well. Such is life.

We had been talking about going back home next summer but we really can't afford for me to take all that time off work, so Travis is going to go out himself. He won't be bringing Ian with him because we don't think one of us taking him on the plane will be very successful. But Trav has 25 vacation days plus we can probably scrape together one plane ticket, so everybody can look forward to seeing him this year.

In the mean time, between this and my dinner entries, I have been typing on this thing for like 2 1/2 hours so I am going to run. Hope you all are having a great February and I hope your Valentines Day was full of love!

All Work and No Play Make Leoal a Dull Girl (Repeat until crazy)

Well I have been working my fingers to the bone lately to make some spare cash. Not that I get to enjoy any of it. But I am getting the bills paid. I have been working about 15-20 extra hrs a week. Basically, since I had my teeth pulled I have been working every night and weekends too. It sucks. But the good news is that since I can knit at work I have completed quite a lot of projects. I don't want to turn this into a knitting blog but I really want to show off my goodies. I am not going to post it in this entry, though. I will just make a little album on the side for it. I have made one crazy tie died toque of ugliness, 2 green toques of cozyness, and one stripy toque of unbearable cuteness (sized just right for a niece or nephew...woo hoo!) I have made 2 scarves of unparalelled fuzzyness, one with black and white stripes, long and cozy, and one that is hot pink with white undertones. It came out a little short. I would like to get more yarn and make it longer. I have a super cute sweater and hat set. Adrienne is hereby ordered to create a girl. And a blankie with a simple square pattern. I am now working on a Martha Stewart Poncho of Unparalleled Anger and Frustration. We will see if I tear my hair out or not.

Ian is doing good. Learning many new words including No, By the way, No, No, Phoebe, No, Tori (babysitter's kid) Dadaby (which means thanks), well, and no. Sigh. He's so negative. But he's such a good boy. I sure do lurve him. I haven't taken many pics lately due to being super busy. But I did measure and weigh him. He is 36lbs and 36 inches high. So he's 3 feet tall at 20 mos and weighs a bloody ton. Feel free to compare a measurement of 3 feet to yourself and be amazed at his incredible size.

I also wanted to mention a great movie we saw last night. We saw Running Scared. I heard it was really violent so I wasn't that keen on watching it but it wasn't worse than any other movie I have ever seen, like Pulp Fiction or whatever. Anyway, it was really good, kept us on the edge of our seats throughout with Amazing Twists and Shocking Revelations. It is pretty dark, and it is set in a world populated by the worst of humanity, but it does have good people hidden in it like, uh, hidden things. I guess. I couldn't think of an appropriate simile. My writing skills are dismal.

Anyhoo, Sunday Night TV is starting, I must run. Check the new photo album for Knitted Stuff. No peeking, Adrienne.

Ok so I do have some pics

Here are some pics from when I was out sick, Ian with something on his face, Ian's cute cousin, and the crazy bipolar warning that came with my new dryer. Mwahahaha!

Just a quick note

We went to visit uncle and auntie yesterday. It was sure fun. We got to look at all of cousin's little pink outfits for when she's born. We are pretty excited for that. It was a really nice day yesterday for visiting too. Ian wasn't sure what to think of the doggy. He liked her until she licked him. That bugged him a little I think.

I don't have much time this morning but I just wanted to post some pics I just took of Ian. They are his 8 month pics, a little late, I know but hey. What can ya do. I also took some pics of his killer skull shirt. Cause he's badass.

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease!

Ian took a flying leap down the stairs today. He's ok. He just cried some. He was riding his little tykes ride on and just took a header down the stairs. It was a pretty big event but upon sitting here and pondering it, there isn't much to tell.

Today was my last day at work. Well, for a week, anyway. I have surgery tomorrow. It's a sex change. Just kidding. Actually I am getting my wisdom teeth removed. Unfortunately, my few and far between posts will become not only scarce but also boring and unedumacationable. After all, without my wisdom teeth, I won't be such a wise guy! Mwahahahahahaha!

::shudder::

Trav got off a bit early today, he got Ian and came and picked me up at work. Ian was happy and smiling in the back seat, then right before we got to Sackville he wasn't so happy. He whined, then fussed, then cried, then wailed. Then he projectile barfed about a gallon of yellow puke all over the back seat of the car. It stank so bad we drove the rest of the way home with the windows rolled down. So poor wet barfy Ian had to sit in the back seat all covered in cold puke while we sat in traffic. We eventually made it home. We cleaned him up, gave him a bath, and scrubbed down the inside of the car. I would have taken a picture but who wants to see that?

Just to prove a point.

Just to prove that I can manage two blogs, I am posting again. Yes, it's twice in one day. Plus the lasagne. But it's to avoid housework, so there ya go. I always have the excellent intentions but poor follow-through. Only today it isn't in here, it is in the house work. I got the kitchen clean, the floor was starting to look like there was a food fight in there. It was a whole week since I mopped. Not that I am a clean freak or anything (as anybody who has been to my house can attest to) but I have a 19 month old and there is only so much a sane human can take. Then we took down the Christmas tree. Yes, I am aware it is January 7th. Hey, at least it's not Easter! I only knocked it over twice in the process. I then proceeded to clean the living room and vacume. Ian decided to help me. He kept unplugging the vacume as soon as I would turn it on. So I handed him the feather duster and told him to dust. So he walked around "dusting" the cat, carpet, school bus, tv and couch chanting "duhduhduhduh" which I presume meant "dustdustdustdust". At least he knows what he's doing.

I also had an amazing time with the laundry today. I don't know if I have posted here about it but the dryer crapped out near the end of October. We ordered a new one but it has yet to arrive. I have since been challenged with ever increasing piles of dirty clothes, a house that smells like wet socks, and creatively coming up with places to hang laundry. And today, I was blessed. Blessed with a sunny day above freezing, with a breeze, whereby I could finally wash my desperatly dirty sheets. So they all made it onto the line. Sadly, it was EXTREMELY breezy out and so I spent much of the day rescuing my sheets from the neighbor's yard. In the end, however, they all survived, and every sheet I owned is now clean, dry and fresh smelling. Sadly, I have sacrificed most of my clothes pins to do so.

So amongst all the mopping, vacuming, and wrestliing with sheets in the blustery wind, we also managed to get a beautiful lasagne dinner on the table. And not hours after I scrubbed every spot from my kitchen floor, leaving it shiny and gleaming, I placed a plate of that lasagne in front of my son. And now the kitchen floor looks just like it did when I got up this morning.

Sigh. Why do I even bother?