You light up my life!

It’s definitely Christmas time in the  city!

There are always neat things to see and do even in the chilly temperatures.  One of my favorite Christmas traditions is to head down  to the zoo for the lights.

I have been taking my son to zoo lights since he was about 3 years old and he is now 13. 10 years later I am surprised that he still wants to go with me being as I am way not cool anymore! chaaaa!

Tickets are pretty cheap, at 10 bucks a pop along with free parking included you really can’t go wrong.  You can buy your tickets at the zoo entrance or at your local Calgary Co-op. If you buy your tickets in advance this means less freezing your buns off in the purchase ticket line. * highly recommend this*

The zoo also provides strategically placed fires so you can de-thaw your tooties and ruby-red thighs. And while you are thawing out you might as well grab a cup of hot coco for a small price of a frozen child. The kids also get a chance to meet and have a personal chitty -chat with Santa himself via north pole magic! Uber exciting!

The zoo really knows how to showcase some really neat light creations. From tree swinging monkeys, to flowers and bugs, to candy cane lane, to swirlies and stars to a whole whack more. They even have the atrium all decked out holiday style. This is another warm place to thaw out as you take advantage of the pretty photo-op settings.

All in all it was a great night. I seem to be cherishings our outings a little bit more now that he is older. The days when he was small and clung to my hand oooing and awing over the lights are sadly over and now we have moved onto the don’t touch my hair stage *sigh* LOL

I never get tired of seeing all the colored lights light up the sky and feeling the magic of Christmas.

Happy winter wonderlanding!

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The jolly man is coming and I am not ready yet!

Shopping what’s shopping??? baw humbug

It’s a week and a half away from Christmas and the fat man is probably still stuffing his face with short bread and tarts while I have yet to start my shopping. Every year I seem to leave it later and later. This year is different from the normal excuse as I am lazy and don’t want to get trampled by Christmas shopping crazies! This year it is based on money. Not that money has not been an issue in the past it’s just this year I have to budget a bit more than normal.

I started a new job which I am surprising enjoying *gasp* Shocking I know! So because the money is not up to what I am use to I have had to be a bit more cha-ching conscious. Which is tickety-boo and peachy keen. However it’s just leaving me behind the 8 ball a wee little bit.

THE PLAN OF ATTACK:

1. Payday on Thursday = money in the bank

2. Hitting the mall running with my shoulders pads and helmet

3. Trying to avoid injury from last-minute mall crazies

4. Successfully getting MOST or ALL  of my shopping done in one night..sounds impossible?..well, yes it just might be.

5. Paying a brownie or a scout to professionally wrap my present’s  for a small donation

6. A sigh of relief knowing my shopping is completed and as a bonus I lived!

7. Celebrating with a small dance and Starbucks eggnog latte!

After my list is done I shall place all my presents under neath our new fake tree and sleep.

So that is my list of Christmas to do’s and I hope that I don’t come away all bloody and dismembered!

Ho Ho Ho !

Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat!

The snow is flying and winter she has arrived!

I don’t mind the winter just the cold I seem to be allergic to. Winter is when I just want to huddle in my house and emerge in the spring like a big ol grizzly bear. But instead I get to deal with yahoos on the road, my windshield wipers freezing, my car threatening to stale or not start, the bloody traffic, the shovelling of loads of snow while my back breaks, black ice that is not visible to the naked eye and lets see ..ah yes cold feeties. Other than those few things I like winter!

As soon as the first snow falls you know Christmas is around the corner and you can feel the excitement of the season begin. Actually  the middle of November is when the malls start to get all Christmassy with the decorations and music. I must admit when I do my Christmas shopping walking into that mall or store I cannot help but get sucked in to the whole Christmas season thing. It’s like a giant worm hole that pulls you along for the ride all warpy, merry and bright ! Good times good times.

And then there are the plethora of parties to attend  if you are popular. The  food and drink and pigging out and barfing cause you ate too much and drank too much and then the music and singing and more booze and food and yak!  Ever so much fun! I am one of the lucky ones and don’t have rinse and repeat a lot of Christmas events. Just the normal family gathering with the clan, the friends get together and present swap, the corporate christmas smash and that pretty much wraps it up for me! 

I do enjoy the spending time with my friends and family as  it seems to mean so much more this time a year for some reason. Maybe it’s because we have all made it safely through another year with only a few bumps and bruises along the way and we are more grateful for all that we have. Or it may just be the booze talking. *shrug*

Anyway, I wish  all my lovelies a very merry holiday with your friends and family. Just remember it’s the size of the gift that counts ..oh wait no it’s the thought that counts ..whew!

Cheers :::

Well said.

I just finished reading this post by an outstanding mom.

She writes about Halloween, costumes,  judgements, idiots, anger, expression,and most of all her little boy.

The post has received over 1 million hits and after reading it I now know why.

The post is called “My son is gay”

When I heard about this post on my local Calgary radio station this morning, the 2 hosts read bits and pieces from the post and I knew I had to check it out. I saw it yesterday on the word press home page but didn’t get a chance to read it. I glanced quickly at  the picture and saw a little kid sitting on a pumpkin  proudly wearing a Halloween costume.

When I read the post first thing when I got in to work before my shift started, I took a closer look at the picture and realized it was a little boy dressed up Daphine from Scooby doo.  The first words that popped in my head was “OMG he is cute, and holy doodles that is one huge pumpkin! ”

As I began to read the post my heart torn as this little guy let his mom know that he was afraid. And like all good moms she turned his frown upside down and told him it will all be ok.

This brought back a memory for me when my little boy was the same age.  My little guy wanted to wear nail polish and wear mascara because his mama did. He would sit on the closed seat of the toilet,  knees curled up to his chin while I put on my make up and asked ” what you doin mama?” I would tell him it’s for mommy to look pretty baby. He just blinked and smiled at me. On this particular evening we were heading out for a Friday dinner with some family members. Dressed in our best and ready to go I hit the bathroom for one last quick check. He stood beside me like my little shadow and asked if he could wear some. I asked him what he was meaning and he pointed to the pink polish and mascara tube on the counter. I said in haste sure. What could it hurt. It’s not like anybody would really care, he is 5 after all. So I propped him up on the bathroom counter painted his fingers a bright hot pink and told him to hold very still like a statue as I put on the mascara. He was tickled when we were all through and he looked in the mirror at himself. With a smile on his face  he boasted “Now we both look pretty mama”. And I replied “Of course we do love!” Scooping him up we headed out on the town. Even though there was no harm in me putting on a little makeup on my little boy I knew someone would say something. And sure a shoot they did. I brushed it off and said we were having fun and he wanted to try it. No harm done.

As the years went on my son developed a LOVE for the color pink. Actually he was obsessed with the color. Everything was pink. Pink this and pink that. It bothered me that he was the only little boy who loved pink. I finally said to him one day its ok to like pink, color with pink and play with pink blocks but boys should really not wear pink. He looked at me at the age of 7 and said ” Well if girls can wear blue why can’t boys wear pink.” DAMIT! he got me. There was no arguing with that kind of logic. From that day on I let him wear pink, love pink and I even embraced the pink way myself. So because I let him wear nail polish, mascara and wear pink did those motherly acts create a gay boy. I don’t think so. And so what if he turned out to be gay, I would love him still and I would not change the experiences we shared.

I guess my point to this post is no matter what we do  for our kids, we have their best interest at heart and we have to let them explore and be themselves no matter what other people may think. This is how they learn and this is how we learn as parents.

This sweet bright little boy knew that he would get bugged and was afraid like all kids his age would be. But his mom stood strong and told him that all would be ok, gave him the boost of confidence he needed and I am sure a little squeeze. In the back of her mind I am sure she knew that some one would say something and she was right. It was other moms who voiced their opinions when they just should have kept their thoughts to themselves. We are taught early on if you don’t have anything  nice to say, then don’t say anything at  all. It’s a shame that moms ABC did not seem to get the memo on this.

It’s sad to think that even at this day in age we still have to deal with all sorts of stereo types and nonsense and just plain stupidity. And then we sit back and wonder why our society is messed up. DUH

Cheers. . .

Christmas party whooohooooboooos

Company Christmas party going single ….again!  

Our company Christmas party is coming up December 4 and again I am going single. Well it has been quite awhile since I went to a Xmas party of any kind, so really this is like the first time going single.

I seem to be the only singleton in the office*huge sigh* Everybody else seems to have a mate. This is leaving me feeling a tad bit more lonely than normal.   Now I don’t think about my single status on a daily basis nor do I have single pity parties for myself wishing that I did have someone to share things with. These feelings just peek out on the odd occasion such as the holiday season.  I am not ashamed to be single in fact I think its kinda cool. I have a lot going for me and don’t need a man to “complete me” to quote Jerry McGuire. I fulfill my life with things and people who make me feel special and needed, who make me feel loved and appreciated. Having said that would it be nice to have a date for festive things such as said Christmas party..yes yes it would be. And then another thing is if this is not bad enough I don’t have a male friend who is just a friend who would take pity on me and accompany me to the party so I don’t look like a tool. CRumbs!

So here is my dilemma if you will. Do I go alone showing off my singleton-ness and proving you don’t have to have a mate to have a good time or do I not go which will make me wish I was going thus feeling sorry for myself and in turn feeling regret that I did not participate in the fun making me like a dork because I knew I should have gone because I am proud of my single status *whew*  HOLY LORD!

Even though writing this makes sence and makes me feel slightly better I still don’t know if I am going to go or not. I don’t really want to over think it but I can’t seem to help play the angel devil game.

I guess I am stuck for now.. but I am looking forward to finding out what my decision ends up being. I am thinking I will go because feeling like a tool and regretting the fact that I didn’t go will eat me alive like fire ants.

 cheers

Hallows End

Well Halloween is over and done with for yet another year.

I ended up decorating our porch Sunday afternoon with my son’s supervision. Apparently texting his friends is more important than assisting his mother.  Like Duh of course it is when you are 13 years old and making plans with your posse!

On Friday I wasn’t so sure I was going to decorate, I mentioned that I would add something to the porch for the kiddies and I did. By the time my fav decorations were up I was totally into the Halloween spirit. The only thing missing were the carved pumpkins but lucky for us I had some plastic pumpkins I bought last year that lite up, and they seemed to work just as well.

My son’s group of hoodlums rallied at our house as home base at around 6:3ish. Lucky me! Right on time the gang was all there ready for their last year of trick or treating. Trying to get the attention of the laughing and excited brood, I did my best to advise them of some basic rules of being respectful of others, stay together and blah blah blah. I am pretty sure I saw some eye rollings as I was giving my speech. At 6:40 they were off! 10 mins of madness and kaos in my front entry way felt like an hour on the rack.

While the pack was out I received 45 cutie patooties at my house all at once it seemed. It was like the whole village piled into 2 mini van’s and ended up on my porch! Once on the porch witches, dinosaurs, and zoro’s  shoved and pushed their way to the front of the line just to see me and my cauldron of goodies!

It seemed that after the villages had gone so had the rest of the trick or treaters. It was another 45 min before another handful of kids arrived. By this time it was 8:30 and I was now handing out more than my 3 candy per kid limit. These lucky kiddies were getting at least 5-6 candies as it is better at their house than at mine.

9:00pm and it seemed that Halloween was over for yet another year. At the same time the clock struck 9:00 in came my brood of candied out teens. It was nice to see them with rosy cheeks and smiles still glued on their faces, this would classified as phase one of the sugar coma.  Parents arrived and picked up their designated child and I was left with sugar high 13-year-old boy. He decided a shower was in order and then straight to bed . This would be stage 3 of the sugar coma. He went zooming by stage 2 which is feeling sluggish tired and gross from eating candy to just hitting the hay.

I closed up shop, turned off lights, locked the doors and headed to bed myself. It was a great night and a great way for him to end his trick or treating days. From this point on I am expecting more tricking than treating. *HELP ME!*

Cheers :0)