It isn't what it is

"It is what it is"  why is this saying so popular?  I hear it all the time.  It is the new catch phrase like when 24/7, or gag me with a spoon.   However, this particular saying really bothers me for some reason.   It is like accepting the circumstances or saying you can't change the outcome of the "what".  I need to change my what's around here.   I am tired of being inside of  "it is what it is".  I just decided after a teary phone call with a friend that -it isn't what it is because I am willing to change it.    I get overwhelmed with stuff, which I am tonight.  I looked to far into my calendar which was just to the weekend and I feel overloaded.  Changing my " what" is  changing the schedule and asking for help.   Summer are suppose to be lazy and carefree, but someone forgot to tell my kids.   I want to gag myself with a spoon 24/7 right now.... 

karmasisters: The "b" word

karmasisters: The "b" word: "A budget, also know as the 'b' word. When we first talked about expenses, bills and watching our spending everyone's eyes glazed over includ..."

The "b" word

A budget, also know as the "b" word. When we first talked about expenses, bills and watching our spending everyone's eyes glazed over including my own. It has been a very long time since I have had to watch my money (within reason of course.) I wouldn't go out to a high end store and buy designer clothes or refurnish rooms every year. What really had to changed was my thinking around eating out, travel or other small expenditures that add up quickly. When I first started chopping costs out went the maid. I have four capable daughters who didn't know what a toilet brush looked like. I still question this after they have "cleaned" their bathroom. One great thing about having a budget is you get to say no and it sticks, no questions. Teenagers had to get jobs to afford their clothes at Aritzia, what 14 year old needs $90 shorts? "Working is hard" was the quote when I did the pick up from work today. Yup, the "b'" word, lots of great lessons being learned around here...including hard work.

It was Mrs White in the Library with the candlestick

I am reading this great book and one of the chapters is called "your children only get one childhood make it a good one" Yes, insert mother guilt here. I feel a bout of it coming on. Sure I try to make it to every sports game, drive anyone everywhere, get the household duties done, but I use to be way more fun. I loved to paint rocks, bake cookies, make experiments and just muck about. I just don't have the time or energy anymore. I texted the girls to check up on them today and they were playing the board game clue. I was jealous. I love clue. I actually rock at clue. It's my eagle eye on the other detective's sheets. Some call that cheating I call it good detective work. I miss being a kid, my body is breaking down, my energy level decreased, I won't even talk about my memory and no one ever invites you over to play clue. Maybe its time I un-growed up. Bring on Mrs White and the Library.

The Roadway systems

As a mother of four a Saturday means schedules. The drop off and pick up times become an art form. I woke up in such a start today, a complete haze. I instantly thought that I must be late... even worse, missed something. Today was the first Saturday in a very long time that I was at home with the girls and no where to go. When the morning haze had worn off, I had nothing to do, and no scheduled driving .... This is hard for my "got to go" personality. I can always find something to do, somewhere to go, some project to complete. As I laid in the quiet of the morning listening to the birds, I decided that I would stay as close to home as I could. I failed by 10 am. Yup, in line at Rona. BUT, I had a return and wanted some shale... oh crap that was a project... Last year, I did not spend one minute in my yard. Weeds look like flowers if you walk by quick enough, right? In the end, girls still need rides to the mall, for pizza, and to friends. And more importantly shale. Probably a busy day for someone, but for me it was my definition of quiet. My car wasn't on any major artery . I guess that's is the simplest way to mark my lazy day as a success.. The roadway system.

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Happy Birthday Canada

Happy birthday Canada. I was lucky to spend most of my day with family at Heritage Park. The crowds of people wearing red and flags made me proud to be Canadian. So what does being Canadian mean to me to me? Well-We are a hearty bunch, just think about the size of our mosquitos. If you're not looking they can carry babies away. Our winters are long, and the summers are short. Somehow global warming just hasn't found us yet. When the frost leaves the ground and summer arrives, we enjoy every moment. We care for the environment and turn off the lights and recycle because it's the right thing to do. Whenever I travel to another country, I always tell the people to party with Canada, we are just more fun. How about our beer? You just can't beat an ice cold Canadian. I own a water bottle that has a saying that sums it all up " the world could use more Canada". I hope you had a fantastic Canada Day.

Rail Track

I have two people in my life who are unable to take the easy road. It is almost like one train wheel has left the track and they are bumping along on the wrong side of the rail. They work harder at absolutely everything. When they look around , life just seems so easy for everyone but them. As I am writing this and thinking, isn't really is true for everyone? We all have those people in our lives that seem to have it all figured out. Perfect family, great job, the home and gardens house. But if you were to ask them would they be able to tell you its easy? They probably would spit their water across the table at you in sheer laughter. I read a interesting article about other peoples problems and the short of it is... " if we threw our problems in a pile and got to look at everyone else's, we'd fight to get back our own" Isn't this the truth. I guess it doesn't matter what journey we are on, wheel on the track or off, we all can find our wheel outside the track every once in a while, some more often then others.